Tracks Similar To Boogie Down To A Country Sound
Dirty Dollar Day
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Robert McGilpin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1990s, Americana, Country, Male Vocal, Rock, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Bills, Blue Collar, Broke, Club, Commitment, Confident, Dollar, Factory, Family, Fun, Good Ol' Boy, Good Time, Gritty, Hard Working, Heartland, Kids, Line Dance, Money, Paycheck, Playful, Redneck, Retirement, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Southern, Tough, Trucks, Upbeat, Wife, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Violin
Year Recorded:
1993
BPM:
139
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dirty Dollar Day
EVERY WEEKDAY MORNING I WAKE UP I WANT TO STAY RIGHT THERE IN BED
THERE'S SO MANY THINGS THAT I'D RATHER DO BUT I GOTTA GO TO WORK INSTEAD
IT'S NOT THAT I NEED THE MONEY, IT'S THE BILLS I NEED TO PAY
I OWE, I OWE SO OFF TO WORK I GO ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
I SHOULD HAVE USED MY HEAD AND NOT MY BACK, I WOULDN'T BE IN THE SHAPE I'M IN
BUT WORKIN' HARD IS ALL I'VE EVER KNOWN, THAT'S JUST THE WAY IT'S ALWAYS BEEN
GOT A WIFE AND KIDS WHO DEPEND ON ME TO KEEP THE BIG BAD WOLVES AWAY
I OWE, I OWE SO OFF TO WORK I GO ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY I CAN'T PAY THE RENT
I'M SPENDING MORE MONEY THAN THE GOVERNMENT
THEY SAY THIS JOB IS HEAVEN SENT
BUT IT SEEMS LIKE HELL TO ME
IF I'M STILL ALIVE WHEN I'M SIXTY-FIVE
I'LL RETIRE AND GO FISHING ALL DAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
NOW MY FRIENDS DOWN AT THE FACTORY WELL WE ALL FEEL ABOUT THE SAME
WHEN YOU WORK FROM DAWN TILL THE SUN GOES DOWN NO TIME TO PLAY THE MONEY GAME
YOU KNOW I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO THE DAY I DON'T HAVE TO SAY
I OWE, I OWE SO OFF TO WORK I GO ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY I GOTTA PAY THE RENT
I'M SPENDING MORE MONEY THAN THE GOVERNMENT
THEY SAY THIS JOB IS HEAVEN SENT
BUT IT SEEMS LIKE HELL TO ME
FOLKS LIKE ME STILL HAVE OUR DREAMS
THEY'LL BE COMING TRUE SOMEDAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY I GOTTA PAY THE RENT
I'M SPENDING MORE MONEY THAN THE GOVERNMENT
THEY SAY THIS JOB IS HEAVEN SENT
BUT IT SEEMS LIKE HELL TO ME
FOLKS LIKE ME STILL HAVE OUR DREAMS
THEY'LL BE COMING TRUE SOMEDAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
UNTIL THEN HERE IT COMES AGAIN
ANOTHER DIRTY DOLLAR DAY
Redheads, Brunettes And Blondes
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow & the Boys from Home
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Driving, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Happy, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Money, Motorcycle, Party, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Texas, Toe Tapping, Tough, Travel, Truck Stop, Upbeat, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano
BPM:
78
Key:
G
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Redheads, Brunettes And Blondes
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Some guys like what they can buy
With the almighty dollar bill
Fancy clothes, fancy cars
And a big house on the hill
Well all I need is the simple things
To keep me goin' strong
Rock 'n Roll music, ice cold beer
And Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party and have a good time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Well I don't need no fashion queen
Or a multimillionaire
The thing that really turns me on
Is the color of their hair
You might say I'm picky
But I don't think that's wrong
Cause the only kind of girls I like
Are Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party and have a good time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Solo
Short and tall, I love them all
I wish they could all be mine
Thank God for those lovely women
Who like to party all the time
The way they walk, the way they talk
You know they really got it goin' on
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Yeah the finest girls in the whole wide world are those
Redheads, Brunettes and Blondes
Ain't No Bad Time
Artist(s): Dixon
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Classic, Club, Confident, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Party, Paycheck, Playful, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Texas, Tough, Truck Stop, Upbeat, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano
BPM:
76
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ain't No Bad Time
Ain't No Bad Time
Fired from my job
Working for the man
Drove me to the limit
Well I do the best I can
I never liked him anyway
Now it looks like I'm free
I'm so happy I could sing
Ain't no bad time, for a good thing
Came home late
Whiskey on my breath
Baby said "Honey
You're just like all the rest"
She never liked me anyway
And that's all right with me
She tossed my bags, threw me my ring
Well there ain't no bad time, for a good thing
Ain't no bad time
Ain't no bad time
When the well runs dry time to have another drink
There ain't no bad time, for a good thing
Sitting at the bar
Got nowhere to go
Running out of money
And there's no one here I know
Look who just walked in the door
And she's smiling at me
Roadhouse angel where's your wings?
"Cause there ain't no bad time, for a good thing
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Artist(s): Dixon
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Blue Collar, Cars, Classic, Club, Confident, Down Home, Driving, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Happy, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Money, Motorcycle, Playful, Promo, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Sports, Texas, Toe Tapping, Tough, Travel, Truck Stop, Upbeat, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano
BPM:
108
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Hey you pretty ladies, are you checkin' me out
You know I'm the one your momma warned you about
Well I'm tough as nails, baddest man around
Girl if you wanna rock I'll turn your world upside down
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
I got an ol' Super B, cruise at 105
Pedal to the metal baby, it's the only way to drive
I live on the edge seven days a week
So come along honey if you can stand the heat
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
Girl I'm the baddest bone in the neighborhood
Nah, you don't need no George Thorogood
I'm gonna rock you every night and day
Make you forget about ol' Stevie Ray
So we're gonna party, past closing time
Still be goin strong when the sun starts to shine
We can shoot at the stars, howl at the moon
An' when it comes to lovin', we're gonna break all the rules
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
You Wanna Cause Some Trouble
Then baby, I'm your man
Ain't Love Hard Enough
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Robert McGilpin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1990s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
America, Bar, Bills, Blue Collar, Classic, Domestic Dispute, Drinking, Family, Fighting, Forgiveness, Hard Luck, Heartland, In Love, Jukebox, Kids, Line Dance, Love Is Tough, Make up, Making Love, Money, Party, Paycheck, Redneck, Southern, Tough, Trouble, Trucks, Understanding, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Slide Guitar
Year Recorded:
1993
BPM:
112
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ain't Love Hard Enough
BOTH OF US WORKING EIGHT DAYS A WEEK
COME HOME SO TIRED WE HARDLY SPEAK
FUSSING AND FIGHTING OVER NOTHING AT ALL
AIN'T BUILDING BRIDGES JUST BUILDING WALLS
WHY DO WE MAKE IT SO DAMN TOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH?
'CAUSE IT'S HARD ON ME AND IT'S HARD ON YOU
WE SHOULD BE LOVING LIKE WE USED TO DO
I DIDN'T KNOW THE ROAD COULD GET SO ROUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
WHY MAKE IT HARDER THAN IT REALLY IS
THE WAY WE'RE LIVING AIN'T NO WAY TO LIVE
THE FIRE'S STILL BURNING BUT IT NEEDS SOME WOOD
WE GOT TO GET IT WHILE THE GETTING'S GOOD
DON'T HAVE TO MAKE IT SO DAMN TOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH?
'CAUSE IT'S HARD ON ME AND IT'S HARD ON YOU
WE SHOULD BE LOVING LIKE WE USED TO DO
I DIDN'T KNOW THE ROAD COULD GET SO ROUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
I'M CALLING A TRUCE, DON'T WANT TO HURT NO MORE
LET'S START MAKING LOVE INSTEAD OF WAR
'CAUSE IT'S HARD ON ME AND IT'S HARD ON YOU
WE SHOULD BE LOVING LIKE WE USED TO DO
I DIDN'T KNOW THE ROAD COULD GET SO ROUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
AIN'T LOVE HARD ENOUGH
Dirty Work
Artist(s): Stonehouse
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Davish Gold Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Gothic Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Singer Songwriter, Southern Gothic
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Betrayal, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Devil, Dirty Work, Down Home, Down On Your Luck, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Evil, Good Ol' Boy, Gritty, Heartland, Hit Man, Hobo, Jail, Louisiana, Melancholy, Mess, Mid West, Moody, Murder, Prison, Railroad, Redemption, Redneck, Regret, Relationship, Roadhouse, Rough, Sad, Searching, Seedy, Sinner, Soulful, Southern, Spaghetti Western, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tough, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Trouble, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Slide Guitar, Tambourine
BPM:
82
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dirty Work
Dirty Work
It ain't a pretty picture
But it's all I know
Been called a devil
Without a soul
My hands are stained
from those I've touched
Sometimes the price that's paid
Is way too much
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
If I believed
There was something else
I'd seek redemption
I'd save myself
I've never seen
Another way
I'll walk the walk, you know
No need to change
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
Have I betrayed
The world I know
Someday I hope and pray
that I will know
'Til I find a reason to take a different road
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
I'm the man you call to do your dirty work
Real Life
Artist(s): Bonny Cameryn Moon & Chris Nole
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Writer(s):
Bonny Cameryn Moon (BMI) 50% / Chris J. Nole (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bar Room, Bayou, Blue Collar, Boots, Contemporary Country, Cowboy, Envy, Fantasy, Honky Tonk, Jukebox, Line Dance, Muscle Cars, Poor Boy Dreams, Redneck, Roadhouse, Struggle, Swamp
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Keyboard, Organ
BPM:
123
Key:
F
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Real Life
Real Life
My neighbor just pulled in his driveway
Sporting his new pair of wheels
With his Barbie Doll wife right there by his side
I can only imagine how good it feels
To have champagne filling your bathtub
And women worship at your feet
Filet mignon for dinner, never lift a finger
I can only imagine, it sounds so sweet
Chorus:
I want a Real Life
Where everything's perfect, and everything's free
I want a Real Life
Like everyone else but me
Blue skies, sun shining all the time
Money falling from the trees
Where the grass is green all year long
Not a cloud in sight, that's the way it should be
I walk around with holes in my pockets
Can't afford a new pair of pants
While everybody else is sipping cappuccino
At some little café in the south of France
Chorus
Bridge:
I've been waiting in line, now it's about time
Far as I'm concerned, I've already earned it
Countryfied
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Robert McGilpin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1990s, Blues, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Male Vocal, Rock
Keywords:
America, Attitude, Backwoods, Bar, Blue Collar, City, Club, Confident, Deep South, Down Home, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Jukebox, Line Dance, Playful, Redneck, Roadhouse, Satisfied, Simple Life, Southern, Story, Toe Tapping, Truck Stop, Trucks, Upbeat, Work
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Dobro, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Slide Guitar
Year Recorded:
1992
BPM:
120
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Countryfied
DON'T WANT TO LIVE IN THE CITY
IT'S A COUNTRY LIFE FOR ME
I'VE SEEN ENOUGH TO KNOW
IT AIN'T A PLACE I WANT TO BE
LIVING IN THE FAST LANE
ALWAYS ON THE GO
THEY CAN HAVE THEIR FREEWAYS
I'LL TAKE A COUNTRY ROAD
GIVE ME A DOWN HOME WOMAN
A PIECE OF HEARTLAND
AN HONEST DAYS WORK
FOR A HARD WORKING MAN
IT'S A SIMPLE LIFE BUT I'M SATISFIED
I WAS BORN AND BREAD COUNTRIFIED
I DON'T NEED NO COMPUTER
I DON'T WEAR NO SUIT AND TIE
MY OFFICE IS A TRACTOR
'NEATH A BIG BLUE SKY
I DON'T WANT NO HIGH RISE
CLOSING IN ON ME
KEEP YOUR UPTOWN LIVING
ALL I'LL EVER NEED IS...
A DOWN HOME WOMAN
A PIECE OF HEARTLAND
AN HONEST DAYS WORK
FOR A HARD WORKING MAN
IT'S A SIMPLE LIFE BUT I'M SATISFIED
I WAS BORN AND BREAD COUNTRIFIED
YEAH I'M SATISFIED
BORN AND BAPTISED
A DOWN HOME WOMAN
A PIECE OF HEARTLAND
AN HONEST DAYS WORK
FOR A HARD WORKING MAN
IT'S A SIMPLE LIFE BUT I'M SATISFIED
I WAS BORN AND BREAD COUNTRIFIED
Same Old Me
Artist(s): Dixon
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33% / Michael Sokolis (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Sokolatone Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Vintage Masters, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Barroom, Cowboy, Down And Out, Down Home, Drinking, Emotional, Heartache, Heartfelt, Introspective, Jukebox, Lament, Melancholy, Mournful, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Sad, Tearjerker, Tennessee, Traditional, Truck Stop, Vintage
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Violin
BPM:
80
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Same Old Me
How come you call me names?
Your goin' on how something's changed
What's changed is how you see
Look here, it's the same old me
Same smile, same Stetson hat.
You first loved when we first met
Same guy from Tennessee
It's still the same old me
At first your heart flew & fluttered like a moth to a flame
Now there's a heap o' trouble headin' my way
It's the same old me right now
I ain't changed, no way, no how
What do you think you see?
It's still the same old me
Your tender look is now a stare
Looks like I don't have a prayer
Everyone but you agrees
It's still the same old me
At first your heart flew & fluttered like a moth to a flame
Now there's a heap o' trouble headin' my way
It's the same old me right now
I ain't changed, no way, no how
What do you think you see?
Look here, It's the same old me
I'm still the same old me
I Can't Drink Her Off My Mind
Artist(s): Dixon
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Western
Keywords:
2 Step, Americana, Bar, Barroom, Breakup, Closing Time, Down Home, Drinking, Driving, Happy, Heartbreak, Isolation, Jukebox, Last Call, Loneliness, Loss, Memory, Promo, Regret, Relationship, Roadhouse, Tearjerker, Texas, Toe Tapping, Traditional, Travel, Truck Stop, Two Step
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Piano, Violin
BPM:
120
Key:
D
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Can't Drink Her Off My Mind
I Can't Drink Her Off My Mind
Line 'em up bartender
We've got a job to do
It seems my heart is broken
And I need some help from you
My woman left me weeks ago
And I'm still torn up inside
I wish I could forget her
But I can't drink her off my mind
(So) Reach behind the counter
For the strongest stuff you got
If you think it'll do the trick, well
Then pour me a few more shots
I've tried whiskey and tequila
And a bottle of rot gut wine
I drank that woman out the door
But I can't drink her off my mind
Well I went out most every night
Knew every bar in town
While she stayed home so lonely
I was out here pourin' 'em down
Said she had all she could take
I'd finally crossed that line
Now she's gone but I'm still here
Tryin' to drink her off my mind
(So) Reach behind the counter
For the strongest stuff you got
If you think it'll do the trick, well
Then pour me a few more shots
I've tried whiskey and tequila
And a bottle of rot gut wine
I drank that woman out the door
But I can't drink her off my mind
Least I'm Not Alone
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Country, Alternative Rock, Americana, Blues, Blues Rock, Country, Folk, Indie Rock, Indie Singer Songwriter, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bar, Blue Collar, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drinking, Heartland, Introspective, Mid West, Nebraska, Railroad, Reflective, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Southern, Spanish Flavor, Story Tellers, Swampy, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train Beat, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
Year Recorded:
2016
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Least I'm Not Alone
So I jumped off here distally
There's nothing like the harmony
of knowing that the farthest point of origin will protect me
From all the empty promises
All the things that speak to me
and it's OK if I just stay at home
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And I don't mind if you're not really here
I know it's truncated but clear
for all the world see
That you're here staring back at me
Hoping for some lateral device to pull the covers from my eyes
'Cause all these layers come and go
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And night time's when it all starts getting strange
Wish I could simple rearrange that little part of me that lusts for the lobotomy
I need a little talking to and that's the door that you come through
To keep this boy from sinking like a stone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
And I don't mind if you're not really here
I know you're nothing I should fear.
The world don't have to see that you're here standing next to me
'Cause I jumped off here distally
and there's nothing like the harmony of all these layers singing me back home
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
At least I'm not alone
Sometimes You Win, Sometimes You Lose
Artist(s): Stonehouse
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / G.E. Stinson (BMI) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Echo Hawk Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1960s, Alternative Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Betting, Cash, Desert, Dirty, Drinking, Gambling, Heartland, Highway, Hustler, Jail, Losing, Money, Open Road, Pool Hall, Prison, Risk, Roadhouse, Sinner, Southern, Struggle, Texas, Trailer Park, Train, Traveling, Trouble, Whiskey, Winning
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Electric Piano, Wurlitzer Electric Piano
BPM:
95
Key:
A
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sometimes You Win, Sometimes You Lose
When I'm dealt a lousy hand
There ain't much I can do
Lord knows I do the best I can
I always make it through
The chips will fall where they may
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
Every day's a game of chance
Somebody will get burned
Lay your losin' money down
Today it ain't my turn
The chips will fall where they may
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
King of hearts, ace of spades
Is Lady Luck your friend
When all the bets are finally made
I always win in the end
The chips will fall where they may
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
You never know when it's your day
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
The chips will fall where they may
Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose
I'm Only Lonely Every Night
Artist(s): Dixon
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33% / Richard Levinson (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Tinnitus Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1940s, 1950s, 1960s, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Vintage Masters, Western
Keywords:
Bar, Barroom, Breakup, Cowboy, Down Home, Heartache, Jukebox, Loneliness, Loss, Memory, Mournful, Regret, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Toe Tapping, Traditional, Truck Stop, Two Step, Vintage
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
BPM:
99
Key:
C
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I'm Only Lonely Every Night
Don't think that I've been lonely since you left me
Don't think my hours are filled with missing you
Don't think I spend my day hoping you'll come back to stay
Or wishing that I'd never been untrue
Don't think I think about you all day long, dear
Or wonder how things might have turned out right
Yeah, I get by just fine and you never cross my mind
Until the stars come out and I long to hold you tight
Yeah, I'm only lonely every night
I'm only lonely dusk 'til dawn
So don't you imagine that I ain't doing alright
'Cause I'm only lonely every night
Solo
Don't worry now that I've been pining for you
At least not when the sun is shining bright
I'm too busy to be sad 'bout the love that we once had
I save all my regrettin' 'til it's gettin' dark outside
Yeah, I'm only lonely every night
I'm only lonely dusk 'til dawn
So don't you imagine that I ain't doing alright
'Cause I'm only lonely every night
Yeah, I'm only lonely every night
Cowgirl Hall Of Fame
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Robert McGilpin (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1990s, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rockabilly, Western
Keywords:
America, Confident, Country Girl, Cowboy, Cowgirl, Down Home, Emotional, Fire, Good Hearted Woman, Happiness, Happy, Heartfelt, Heartland, Hot, Joyful, Line Dance, Love, Playful, Relationship, Rodeo, Romance, Satisfied, Sentimental, Southern, Together, Trucks, Upbeat, Uplifting
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano
Year Recorded:
1993
BPM:
135
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cowgirl Hall Of Fame
SHE'S MY BEAUTY QUEEN IN HER BOOTS AND BLUE JEANS
SHE'S GOT CLASS WITH A DOWN HOME STYLE
GOT MORE TO SHOW THAN A RODEO
YEH SHE DRIVES THIS COWBOY WILD
SHE CAN DO ANYTHING THAT A MAN CAN DO
SHE DOES IT AND DON'T COMPLAIN
SHE OUGHT TO BE WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE
IN THE COWGIRL HALL OF FAME
SHE CAN COOK, SHE CAN SEW, SHE CAN RIDE AND ROPE
SHE CAN DANCE UNTIL THE COWS COME HOME
WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE, SHE'S GOT MORE THAN ENOUGH
THIS COWBOY WILL NEVER ROAM
YEH, I'M GONNA TAKE HER PICTURE AND HANG IT IN A SILVER FRAM FRAME
'CAUSE SUCH A PRETTY FACE DESERVES A PLACE
IN THE COWGIRL HALL OF FAME
FOLKS WILL COME TO TOWN FROM MILES AROUND
BUY A TICKET AND STAND IN LINE
TO SEE REBA, DOLLY AND LORETTA LYNN
AND A TRIBUTE TO PATSY CLINE
BUT THE NUMBER ONE GIRL IN THIS COWBOY'S WORLD
IS THE ONE THAT LIGHTS MY FLAME
WITH ALL THE THINGS SHE DO, I ELECTED HER TO
THE COWGIRL HALL OF FAME
SHE CAN COOK, SHE CAN SEW
SHE CAN RIDE AND ROPE
SHE CAN DANCE UNTIL THE COWS COME HOME
WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE
SHE'S GOT MORE THAN ENOUGH
THIS COWBOY WILL NEVER ROAM
YEH, I'M GONNA TAKE HER PICTURE
AND HANG IT IN A SILVER FRAME
'CAUSE SUCH A PRETTY FACE DESERVES A PLACE
IN THE COWGIRL HALL OF FAME
Mrs. Brown
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Harmonica, Slide Guitar
BPM:
95
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Mrs. Brown
Mrs. Brown
Take that horse pill and shoot it right down
Get so high you might lift off the ground
But don't you come calling when you need to come down
No I can't take that old Mrs. Brown
Go out walkin' alone by yourself
I know you'll find someone who thinks they can help
But they will just bag you and put you on a shelf
No you can't trust that old Mrs. Brown
Hey I don't mean to pry
But it looks like you're slipping back now
And I won't hide if you decide
But I won't let you pull me back now
Fire started late Saturday night
You didn't remember that whiskey would light
Oh but as you went down you would laugh with delight
That you can't trust that old Mrs. Brown
Can't trust that old Mrs. Brown
Goo
Artist(s): Kelly Pardekooper
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Writer(s):
Kelly Pardekooper (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Alcohol, Back Porch, Bar, Bayou, Blue Collar, Bluesy, Countryside, Dark, Depression, Disappointment, Down Home, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Dust Bowl, Farm, Fields, Heartland, Hobo, Intimate, Introspective, Louisiana, Mid West, Moody, Railroad, Roadhouse, Rough, Searching, Seedy, Soulful, Southern, Story Tellers, Struggle, Swamp, Tired, Trailer Park, Trailer Trash, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Organ
BPM:
113
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Goo
Goo
What if I walked you all the way home?
Would you ask me in for coffee?
Would you make me leave alone?
What if I took you half way around the world?
Bought you diamonds, bought you pearls.
Would you let me come inside?
I don't know where I'm going tonight
But I think if you would hold me everything would be alright
I know it's nothing new for you
But it's everything to me
When you're home all asleep so safe and tight
I'm the one that's in your hollow
Singing underneath your light
When you're out riding around on sunny days
I'm the one that's in the shadow
Hoping that you'll look my way
I don't know where I'm going tonight
But I think if you would hold me everything would be alright
I know it's nothing new for you
But it's everything to me
One Was Always Too Many
Artist(s): Jesse Turnbow & the Boys from Home
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Writer(s):
Jesse Turnbow (ASCAP) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.33% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Calamari Music (BMI) 16.67%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Atonement, Bar, Breakup, Drinking, Forgiveness, Loss, Over, Relationship, Repentance, Saved, Sobriety, Traditional, Twelve Step
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
102
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
One Was Always Too Many
ONE WAS ALWAYS TOO MANY
Used to live my life in the barrooms
Whiskey highs were all that I'd get
Never knew when the fun was over and done
Drinking always made me forget
Sometimes they'd ask me politely
Sometimes they'd get real tough
It was slide off my seat
Or get thrown in the street
One was always too many
But three was never enough
Lost my job and hurt one good woman
I drank myself right out the door
Lord I couldn't see what that woman meant to me
'Cause I loved drinking ten times more
Sometimes they'd ask me politely
Sometimes they'd get real tough
It was slide off my seat
Or get thrown in the street
One was always too many
But three was never enough
Got so bad one night I staggered home
She tried to pick me up when I fell
But I dropped back to my knees and I begged her please Take me in, take me out of this hell
Well I cried out an ocean of whiskey
Then her love turned my life around
I made it through, and what I had to do I
finally laid that bottle down
With her love and the help of some good friends
Those times won't ever come again
Now nobody asks me politely
Nobody ever gets tough
I don't slide off my seat
Or get thrown in the street
One was always too many
But three was never enough
Sometimes they'd ask me politely
Sometimes they'd get real tough
It was slide off my seat
Or get thrown in the street
One was always too many
But three was never enough
One was always too many
But three was never enough
One was always too many
But three was never enough
My America
Artist(s): David Isaac Feldstein
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Writer(s):
David Isaac Feldstein (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
4th Of July, American Flag, Americana, Apple Pie, Army, Barbecue, Beer, Blue Collar, Camping, Cars, Cowboy, Heartland, Line Dance, Middle America, Neighbors, Party, Patriotic, Redneck, Road Trip, Texas, Tough, Travel, Trucks, USA, Western, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
116
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
My America
My America
Apple pie and muscle cars
Mom's cooking on a Sunday morning
Short skirts and loud guitars
A pony keg in the back of my HEMI
My skin bleeds red white and blue
Father to son, neighbor to neighbor
From me to you
My America is something you feel in your heart
My America nothing can tear us apart
New York City to the pretty people in L.A.
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
Rocky Mountain Park to Indiana farms
New England to the moon over Miami
Seattle, Oklahoma, Arizona, near or far
Every inch of this beautiful country
My skin bleeds red white and blue
Father to son, neighbor to neighbor
From me to you
My America is something you feel in your heart
My America nothing can tear us apart
New York City to the pretty people in L.A.
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
From the north to the south
From sea to shining sea
Land of the ones I love
Home of the free
My America is something you feel in your heart
My America nothing can tear us apart
New York City to the pretty people in L.A.
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
God Bless the U.S.A.
My America
Judgement Day
Artist(s): Stonehouse
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / G.E. Stinson (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Echo Hawk Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1960s, Classic Rock, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Down On Your Luck, Drinking, Good Ol' Boy, Gritty, Heartland, Jail, Melancholy, Prison, Redneck, Regret, Relationship, Roadhouse, Sad, Sinner, Tough, Trouble, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
101
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Judgement Day
Judgement Day
Been tangled up in trouble
Ever since the day that I was born
My daddy taught me right from wrong
But deep down in my soul I was torn
For all the sins that I have done
Lord knows someday I will have to pay
Cause standing at the gates of hell
There's no one else blame
On judgement day
If I could live my life again
I can't say that I would change a thing
Cause when it comes to betting on a losing hand
To win I'm the king
There's no need for forgiveness
No regrets and there's nothing left to say
Cause standing at the gates of hell
There's no one else to blame
On judgement day
I Got More Bills Than I Got Pay
Artist(s): Sonny Ellis
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Blues
Subcategories:
Americana, Blues Rock, Classic Rock, Country, Entertainment News Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Rock
Keywords:
Americana, Attitude, Bar, Classic, Club, Confident, Fun, Good Time, Gritty, Groove, Heartland, Line Dance, Money, Paycheck, Playful, Redneck, Roadhouse, Rowdy, Sexy, Southern, Strip Club, Texas, Tough, Upbeat, Working Man
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Organ, Piano
BPM:
116
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Got More Bills Than I Got Pay
I GOT MORE BILLS THAN I GOT PAY
I got more bills than I got pay
Bills keep coming every day
I watch my money slip away
Till there is nothing left to save
I just keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
I work a sixty hour week
Barely making both ends meet
I need to win the lottery
Cause that's the only hope for me
Till then I'm working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
What comes in slow, goes out fast
I just can't seem to make my money last
A broken back and swollen feet
That's all I get for working eight days a week
I'm just like every working man
Who tries to do the best he can
I keep a few bucks in my hand
And give the rest to Uncle Sam
So I'll keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
What comes in slow, goes out fast
I just can't seem to make my money last
A broken back and swollen feet
That's all I get for working eight days a week
I'm just like every working man
Who tries to do the best he can
I keep a few bucks in my hand
And give the rest to Uncle Sam
So I'll keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
I just keep working night and day
I got more bills than I got pay
The End
Artist(s): The 3Ms
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Writer(s):
Michelle Leigh Leverette (BMI) 33.33% / Michelle Weinstein Murray (BMI) 33.33% / Scott Free (ASCAP) 33.34%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.66% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.34%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Alternative Country, Americana, Gothic Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Southern Gothic
Keywords:
Adventure, Bar, Blue Collar, Confident, Countryside, Crossroads, Determined, Dirty Work, Down Home, Down On Your Luck, Drifter, Drifting, Drinking, Driving, Dust Bowl, Good Ol' Boy, Gritty, Heartland, Jail, Jailhouse, Mid West, Moody, Outlaw, Prison, Railroad, Redemption, Redneck, Roadhouse, Searching, Sinner, Southern, Spaghetti Western, Story Tellers, Struggle, Train, Vagabond, Whiskey, Working Man
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Baritone Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Tambourine
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
107
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The End
THE END
VERSE 1
Look up ahead
I see the cross roads coming
It's time to choose here once again
Yeah, up ahead
Find out just what it's costing
How much of this life must be bled
PRE-CHORUS
I never think about tomorrow, where I'll go
But here I am once again
CHORUS
Oh, here's to the end
So raise a glass and then I'll go
Oh, now it begins
Starting a journey in my soul
The beginning of the end of everything I know
VERSE 2
Left or right
I hear a distant rumble
Thunder always brings me light
Wrong or right
Find out just who is humble
Oh no, I won't shrink from this fight
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
I never think about tomorrow, where I'll go
But here I am once again
CHORUS
TAG
The beginning of the end of everything I know
Jukebox Of My Mind
Artist(s): Bobby Dub
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Writer(s):
Robert Wakerman Werner (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
Americana, Country, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Western
Keywords:
Alcohol, Ballad, Bar, Bittersweet, Breakup, Broken Heart, Drinking, Drinking Song, Heartbreak, Jukebox, Loneliness, Lonely, Looking Back, Lost Love, Melancholy, Memories, Pain, Porch, Remembering, Retro, Roadhouse, Somber, Sorrow, Throwback
Instruments:
Acoustic Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Slide Guitar
BPM:
117
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Jukebox Of My Mind
Every time I think of you
It's like putting in a dime
That plays the same selection
On the jukebox of my mind
It's been a long time since you left me
Many tunes have come and gone
But every barroom has a jukebox
And each one plays our song
I'm sitting in my usual spot
Last bar stool in the back
And I'm trying to stop the music
With another shot of jack
Temptation leads me across the room
The jukebox neon calls
I push the well-worn buttons down
Let me heart go awol
So I'm staying away from barrooms
I don't play the radio
But the song that is our love is with me
Everywhere I go
The Old Whiskey Waltz
Artist(s): Dixon
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33% / Michael Sokolis (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Sokolatone Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Vintage Masters, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Bar, Barroom, Cowboy, Down Home, Drinking, Freewheeling, Happy, Jukebox, Lone, Prairie, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Saloon, Tipsy, Traditional, Truck Stop, Vintage, Waltz, Whiskey, Yodel, Yodeling
Instruments:
Bass, Dobro, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Solo Vocal, Violin
BPM:
150
Key:
E
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
3/4
Lyrics:
The Old Whiskey Waltz
Long days in the saddle, they make my back hurt
And swingin' a hammer looks too much like work
Right here in this barroom suits me just fine
With 10 silver dollars and nothin' but time
So pour me a double then pour it again
Get out the fiddles and start up the band
If I start a' walkin' well I might just fall
But I'm good for dancin' the old whiskey waltz
Yodel
I'll keep on dancin' the old whiskey waltz
I don't want no 2-step, no cotton-eyed joe
These feet ain't that steady, so a waltzin' we go
So just pick a partner then dance 'round the hall
And keep on a doin' the old whiskey waltz
Yodel
Yeah keep on a dancin' the old whiskey waltz
I only drink whiskey, 'til there is none
Then I'll drink brandy, tequila or rum
So let's raise our glasses, now here's to y'all
And here is to dancin' the old whiskey waltz
Yodel
Yeah keep on a dancin' the old whiskey waltz
Just keep on a dancin' the old whiskey waltz
Railroad Train
Artist(s): Dixon
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Sokolatone Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Vintage Masters, Western
Keywords:
Americana, Coming Home, Cowboy, Down Home, Earthy, Folky, Freewheeling, Kentucky, Louisiana, On The Road, Railroad, Retro, Road, Roots, South, Southern, Story Telling, Tennessee, Traditional, Train, Travel, Vintage
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Dobro, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Pedal Steel Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Railroad Train
Well this life we live is like a railroad train
This life we live is like a railroad train
Just keep 'er on the tracks We're comin' round the bend
Woo hoo ridin' on this train
Mr. Engineer hold the throttle safe
As we go ridin' on this train
Keep on a stokin' that coal we ride this train
Doncha hear that whistle blow we ride this train
The conductor's on the line we're runnin' right on time
Woo hoo ridin' on this train
Mr. Engineer hold the throttle safe
As we go ridin' on this train
We been to Louisiana rollin thru to Alabama We ride this train
Headin' for Kentucky rollin right through Tennessee We ride this train
Thru wind & thru the rain and whatever comes our way
Woo hoo ridin' on this train
Mr. Engineer hold the throttle safe
As we go ridin' on this train
The Heartache's Mine
Artist(s): Dixon
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Twin Rivers Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Country
Subcategories:
1940s, 1950s, 1960s, Americana, Country, Folk, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Vintage, Western
Keywords:
Bar, Barroom, Breakup, Cowboy, Down And Out, Down Home, Emotional, Heartache, Heartfelt, Introspective, Jukebox, Lament, Loneliness, Loss, Melancholy, Memory, Mournful, Regret, Relationship, Retro, Roadhouse, Roots, Texas, Traditional, Truck Stop
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Violin
BPM:
129
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Heartache's Mine
I've seen you 'round
With someone new
He holds you close
Like I used to do
The way you smile
I know you're doing fine
Now that he's yours
The heartache's mine
I made mistakes
I know it's true
Now it's too late
For me and you
You tried and tried
But I crossed the line
Now that he's yours
The heartache's mine
Our love is gone
And I'm to blame
Your broken heart
Found a brand new flame
You're happy now
And I'm left behind
Now that he's yours
The heartache's mine
I made mistakes
I know it's true
Now it's too late
For me and you
You tried and tried
But I crossed the line
Now that he's yours
The heartache's mine
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