1.The Closer You Get
Written：James P.Pennington／Mark Gray
Chorus：
The closer you get, the further I fall.
I'll be over the edge now in no time at all.
I'm falling faster and faster and faster with no time to stall.
The closer you get, the further I fall.
The things that you say to me, the look on your face, brings out
the man in
me.
Do I see a trace in your eyes of love？
Chorus
Could I be dreamin'？
Is this really real？
'Cause there's something magic the way that I feel in your arms
tonight.
Chorus
Keep fallin', oh, yeah, yeah, keep fallin', mm, fallin', oh,
yeah, yeah, I'm
fallin'.
Yes, I'm fallin'. Yes, I'm fallin'. Yes, I'm fallin'.
Yes, I'm fallin'. Yes, I'm fallin'. Yes, I'm fallin'.
Yes, I'm fallin'. Yes, I'm fallin'. Yes, I'm fallin'.
Chorus
2.Lady Down on Love
Lyrics：Randy Owen
Music：Randy Owen
It's her first night on the town since she was just eighteen, a
lady down on
love and out of hope and dreams.
The ties that once bound her now are broke away, and she's like
a baby, just
learning how to play.
She never thought that love could ever end so soon.
Her mind drifts back in time to a mid-summer moon when he asked
her to marry
and she glady said O.K.
And a woman came to be from the girl of yesterday.
Now she's a lady down on love.
She needs somebody to gentley pick her up.
She's got her freedom, but she'd rather be bound to a man who
would love her
and never let her down.
Well, I know a lady that's down on her love, 'cause I used to
hold her and
have that special touch.
But work took me a way from home late at nights, and I wasn't
there when she
turned out the lights.
Then both of us got lonely and I gave into lust, and she just
couldn't live
with a man she couldn't trust.
Now she's a lady down on love.
She needs somebody to gently pcik her up.
She's got her freedom, but she'd rather be bound to man who
would love her
and never let her down.
Now she's a lady down on love.
3.Red River
Written：Keith Darran Mcguire／George Pearce
I remember campin' all night down by the river's edge, skinny
dippin' in the
bright moonlight, divin' off a ledge, skippin' rocks across the
water,
fishin' on an old trout line, gigging frogs till the early
mornin', smokin'
dried crossvine.
Chorus：
Take me back down where the Red River rolls; send me back to
Lou' sianne.
Take me back down where the white water flows, to the Cajun
promised land.
Give me my line and my old pirogue. Get me back as fast as you
can.
Take me back home where the Red River rolls.
Take me back home where the Red River rolls.
Floatin' down the river on a patched up inner tube, eatin'
dinner on the
ground, made of fresh caught catfish stew.
Lay wake at night when I hear a wildcat scream; tellin' takes
around the camp
fire light about the girls in our dreams.
Chorus
4.What in the Name of Love
Written：Bill Boling／Chris Deal／Rick Wayne
Early morning , and as I rise, you won't even open your eyes.
You used to love this time together.
Now you won't even say goodbye.
With the passin' time I've watched you change.
My love for you still remains the same.
Your love for me used to come so easy.
Now it seldom comes at all.
Chorus：
Could it be we're really over？
Has all the lovin' gone？
Is it fin'lly time to face the hurt I've dreaded for so long.
Tell me what in the name of love have I done wrong？
I hope in time we'll find a way to bring our lovin' back
someday.
If your new life's not what you expected, call and I'll come
back home.
I hate to leave but I've got to go.
Don't ask why; I'm sure you know.
Your love for me I can't share with another.
It hurts me so.
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Early morning, and as I rise, you won't even open your eyes.
Your love for me used to come so easy.
Now it seldom comes at all.
5.She Put the Sad in All HIs Songs
Written：Mac Mcanally／Robert Byrne
He was a good time, beer bar picker until the night she came
along.
He gave up his women and his liquor, and she put the sad in all
his songs.
Something about hermade him sorry.
She was holy in his eyes. She had him bound and hypnotized.
She put the sad in all his songs. She put the blues in his
guitar.
She took what he had and she made it wrong.
She put the sad in all his songs.
She was the rattle snake that bit him.
SHe was the blow fromup behind.
She thought the tear in his eye just might fit him, and he was
the last thing
on her mind.
She put the sad in all his songs. She put the blues in his
guitar.
She took what he had and she made it wrong.
She put the sad in all his songs.
She put the sad in all his songs.
6.Very Special Love
Written：Teddy Gentry／Randy Owen／Jeff Cook
She said, 'I spent eight years in California.
That's the reason why I talk the way I do.
But I've hear how Southern men respect the ladies, and I'd like
to meet a
gentleman like you.'
Well, I spent most of my life in Alabama.
That's the reason why I talk the way I do.
And I've always had this thing for sun-tanned ladies, and I'd
really like to
spend some time with you.
And we walked on the beach till early morning.
And we watched as the sun came up again.
And somehow we both shared the feelin' that we'd just made a
very special
friend.
Tomorrow I'll go back to Alabama, and you'll fly from Atlanta to
L.A.And I'll
get back to takin' care of bus'ness, and you'll go back to
starrin' on the
stage.
But we'll think of the beach come Monday morning, when both of
us get back to
push and shove.
And somehow we will always remember the night we shared a very
special love.
I spent most of my life in Alabama.
That's the reason why I talk the way I do.
I know we shared a very special friendship the night we made a
very special
love.
7.Alabama Sky
Lyrics：Larry Shell
Music：Larry Shell
I've seen him plow a field of corn all day.
That's reality.
His overalls are black with dirt, but his face is still full of
dignity.
He talks about the waether, and he can tell you when it's gonna
rain.
Told me 'bout the flood of twenty-nine that washed the crops
away.
Chorus：
Underneath that Alabama sky, Grandpa told me 'bout the things
he'd seen.
Underneath that Alabama sky, I listened to my Grandpa's
memories.
At times he mentions Grandma, turn his head and wipe away a
tear.
Sometimes we'd take her picture down and sit and pretend that
she's still
here.
Three girls and two boys he raised on love and simple honesty.
And when they fin'lly have to carry him away, they'll take a lot
of me.
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8.Lovin' Man
Lyrics：Jeff Cook
Music：Jeff Cook
I don't mind the cold and rain where I'm waiting.
I'm holding on to your mem'ry as tight as I can.
Silver wings are bringing you back so I can hold you, and let me
know that
I'm still your lovin' man.
You carry my dreams through the darkness while I'm sleeping; the
part of love
that I need to fit my plan.
I don't need nobody else to eas my feelings, as long as I can be
your lovin'
man.
I been waiting here for days to see that big steel bird arrive.
And just the thought of lovin' you is what's kept this man
alive.
Share with me all the joy life can bring us, though my kingdows
may be
castles made of sand.
Darlin' please spend your sunshine days beside me, and let me
always be your
lovin' man, your lovin' man.
Let me be your lovin' man.
Let me be your lovin' man.
9.Dixieland Delight
Lyrics：Ronnie Rogers
Music：Ronnie Rogers
Rollin' down a backwoods Tennessee byway, one arm on the wheel,
holdin' my
lover with the other：a sweet, soft, Southern thrill.
Worked hard all week; got a little jingle on a Tennessee
Saturday night.
Couldn't feel better： I'm together with my Dixieland Delight.
Chorus：
Spend my dollar; parked in a holler 'neath the mountain
moonlight; hold her
uptight; make a little lovin', a little turtle dovin' on a Mason
Dixon night.
Fits my life, oh, so right： My Dixieland Delight.
Whitetail buck deer munchin' on clover, redtail hawk settin' on
a limb, a
chubby old groundhog, croakin' bullfrog, free as the feelin' in
the wind.
Home grown country girl gonna give me a whirl on a Tennessee
Saturday night.
Lucky as a seven livin' in heaven with my Dixieland Delight.
Chorus
Repeat first verse
10.Dixie Boy
Lyrics：Jim Mcbride
Music：Jim Mcbride
Iwas raised in the shadow of an old cotton mill, back when
believin' was in
style.
Smalltown heaven and a big-eyed boy made sweet music for a
while.
My daddy worked hard down at the facotry.
Nights he went to G.I. school.
He didn't know nothin' 'bout the silver spoon, but he lived by
the golden
rule.
Summer nights he was gone; me and mama stayed home, out on the
front porch
swing, wishin' on the stars in the southern sky, and sometimes
we used to
sing.
We were leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms of love, livin'
all the
simple joys this Dixie boy is made of.
Got my real educationfrom the T.V. station and good ole boys
down at the
park.
The say 'Hey, Willie' and those rock-a-billies played their way
into my
heart.
I remember the old folks sittin' 'round talkin' on laidback
Sunday
afternoons.
They said them young folks sure got a hard road.
Oh, they're growin' up too soon.
Now I know they were right, and as I sit here tonight out on the
front porch
swing, the stars are shinin' in my young boy's eyes, just like
they did for
me;
We are leaning, leaning on the everlasting arms of love, livin'
all the
simple joys this Dixie boy is made of.
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