1.Drivin' Blind
Lyricist：Bill PayneBill Wray
Writer(s)：Bill PayneBill Wray
Lookin Back in My Rear View Mirror
At the Boy With the Texas Plates
Momma Was Startin' to Worry
I Said Momma, It's Way Too Late
Four Wheels in My Favorite Color
Gonna Roll Me Away
This Time There Ain't no Other
This Time I Can't Be Saved
Ain't no Curve That I Can't Handle
Ain't no Mountain I Can't Climb
So Young and Foolish
I Was Drivin' Blind
With My Heart Wide Open
It Was Just a Matter of Time
I Didn't See the Signals
I Was Drivin' Blind, Drivin' Blind
Got Bombs in My Pocket
Got Dreams in My Head
Everyday Feels Like the 4th of July
Everything's Painted Cherry Red
Somewhere in Middle America
I'm Standin' in the Rain
Gonna Try to Walk On Water
Find Somebody That Feels the Same
Roll Down the Window
The Freeway Is Clear
Suddenly All My Passions Re-appear
I Know the Power of Innocence
Learned the Meaning of Fate
Rode a Dream All the Way Down to the Ocean
Watched It Tumble in the Waves
Perseverance Pulls Me
It's Gonna Take Me Way
I Want It So Badly
This Time I Can't Be Saved, I Can't Be Saved
Ain't no Curve That I Can't Handle
Ain't no Mountain I Can't Climb
To Be Young and Foolish
Shouldn't Be a Crime
With My Heart Wide Open
Just a Matter of Time
Didn't See the Signals
Couldn't Read the Signs, I Was Drivin' Blind
Drivin' Blind
2.Blue Jeans Blues
Lyricist：Bill PaynePaul BarrereFred TackettBill Wray
Writer(s)：Bill PayneBill WrayFred TackettPaul Barrere
I caught the bus out of New Orleans
Tipped my hat to the land of dreams
Looked out the window to try to forget
Where I was goin' ain't figured out yet
Southern Summer's got me soaked in sweat
I feel the cool green lawns of Connecticut
Miles apart, but it's all the same road
Holdin' barbed wire, had to let her go
Side-slippin' blind-sided zydeco feet
Hi-steppin' jumpin' don'thca feel the beat
A wash of noise comin' down the street
I singed before I felt her heat
She was a perfect girl
Livin' in a perfect world
A tightly packed package
From her head to her shoes
So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues
The wills and won'ts of the social fete
dos and don'ts of cultural etiquette
The riddles of the politically correct
These are all things I don't seem to get
I'se all adrift in her garden set
I felt like God's own patriot
Miles apart but it's all the same road
I kissed her hand and said I got to go
She was a perfect girl
Livin' in a perfect world
A tightly packed package
From her head to her shoes
So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues
Duck the bullets, hit the bricks
You know I got to get away quick
This constant adoration
Staggers the imagination
Found myself down at the old log inn
Swattin' skeeters and remembering
Dimpled chin on her pretty little face
The curves of her body I won't soon erase
She was a perfect girl
Livin' in a perfect world
A tightly packed package
From her head to her shoes
So stylishly ripped in her blue jean blues
3.Cadillac Hotel
Lyricist：Bill PayneBill Wray
Writer(s)：Bill PayneBill Wray
You can open the window
Where the sunset meets the sea
Everything's for sale
Everything's for free
Sweet mother Mary
Sells her fortunes well
She's got all the answers
Just might save you from hell
Across the street at the bottomless cup
You can drink and drink but you can
Never get enough
You can have yours with sweet and low
You might even have the blues to go
One shot Johnny
Got a dog on a rope
Goin' from table to table
With a pocket full of hope
Rodeo riders and scarlet women
Lean against your walls
The show they're waitin' for
Is just three steps down the hall
The of king of jive looks like the queen of please
Makes his livin' on his hands and knees
You give and you give 'till you give it all
Oh, just think if these walls could talk, oh
I've climbed so high
And I've surely fell
Every story has a hero
Down at the Cadillac Hotel
El Dorado Slim
Works behind the desk
Either day or night
He can handle any request
J. C.'s screamin'
Bout turnin' water to wine
Got all in a big brown bag
In the lobby, just past nine, in an old Maytag
The homeless and haunted and street Van Gogh's
Lace their souls up tight
Hang your coat on a fin, you finally got in
Get ready for Cadillac night
Across the street at the bottomless cup
It's not about money, you can never get enough
A handful of honesty, a fist full of pride
It's not how you live, it's how you survive
I've climbed so high
And I've surely fell
Every story has a hero
Down at the Cadillac Hotel
I've climbed so high
And I've surely fell
Ten thousand feet to zero
Down at the Cadillac Hotel
4.Romance Without Finance
Lyricist：Bill PayneMartin KibbeeSam Clayton
Writer(s)：Bill PayneMartin KibbeeSam Clayton
No I'm not the type of girl to say
Baby, if you wanna play you pay
No way, I'm not that kind
Oh yeah -- I've got love on my mind
Down in the quarter
Out on the corner, walkin' the line
They say romance without finance
That's a crime
Mercy me, heavens above!
What's money got to do with love？
I need a squeeze without a doubt
Won't put my hold on your bank account
I need a lover
under the cover of the night
And if it's romance without finance
That's all right
Let us give you some free advice
Say that love must have its price
Can't you see girl, you're wastin your time
That boy, he ain't got a dime
They don't know if your love is true
They don't see what I see in you
You got a touch, feelin' so fine
I don't care about your bottom line
Down in the quarter
Almighty dollar's on their minds
But I'll take romance over finance
Every time
I don't care what your daddy do
I don't care if your blood is blue
Legal tender's bringin' me down
It ain't what makes my world go round
I need a lover
Seens me some tender eyes that shine
I'll take my romance over finance
Every time
Romance without finance
And I'll take romance over finance
Every time
5.Big Bang Theory
Lyricist：Bill PayneBill WrayPaul BarrereShaun MurphyFred Tackett
Writer(s)：Bill PayneBill WrayFred TackettPaul BarrereShaun Murphy
Sit down fool let's have a conversation
I got a few opinions 'bout our co-habitation
What's a matter baby did I do something wrong？
I took out the garbage and I mowed the lawn
This ain't about what you do or don't do
Although I'd like to get into that too
Now, you always complainin' about what I forgot
Now, you runnin' cold when I'm runnin' hot
Doors are slammin' windows rattle
Raise a flag put an end to this battle
It's all of this talk that is makin' us weary
Loves harder to figure thatn the big bang theory
Looky here baby you could do a lot worse
Well you ain't the center of the universe
Hey, I'm light years better than what you've ever had
Anthropic principles oh so sad
Say what？
Listen up
When I wanna get lucky all we do is fight
Wore yourself out on the remote last night
Doors are slammin' windows rattle
Raise a flag put an end to this battle
It's all of this talk that is makin' us weary
Loves harder to figure thatn the big bang theory
Now you got me thinkin' 'bout the way things are
Look here bullet-boy, you ain't always right
You can't even find your way home at nights
What's up with that？
I'd like to address the way you bring home the car
You're out-o-gas, full-o-trash
You talkin' trash while you spendin' my cash
What happened to the fender, I'm afraid to ask
You so cute when you're mad
You're a fright when we fight
Must be a better way to spend the night
Opposite attraction began this reaction
100% pure satisfaction
Hey super nova better move on over
'Bout me and you, woman and man
Been this way since time began
Doors are slammin' windows rattle
Raise a flag put an end to this battles
It's all of this talk that is makin' us wary
Loves harder to figure than the big bang theory
6.Cajun Rage
Lyricist：Paul BarrereMartin KibbeeBill Wray
Writer(s)：Bill WrayMartin KibbeePaul Barrere
Met a ragin' cajun
Down in Louisiana
In her high button shoes
And her flowered dress
Said her name was Hannah
She said do you know
We do it to and fro
Backwards and forwards
It's all the same
Just like ya say my name
And then she shake it
I can't mistake it
The way she moves ya know,
It's pure poetry
Now she's shakin' for me
Allons danser, petit cherie
Come on, come on, come on
Wan't you dance for me
Oh yeah
We do the cajun rage(what you call it？)
Doin' the cajun rage(yeah, yeah)
We do the cajun rage(what you say？)
Doin' the cajun rage(whoa, yeah)
Couchez fandango, that the king 'a' tango
Called the cajun rage
Now the cajun rage
And its incantations
Gone from town to town, state to state
Right across the nation
Ya jus' take the moves
Ya get from Rhythm and blues
Ya put yer one foot down
Back the bottom around
To that crazy sound
It get you shakin
keeps ya achin'
When ya doin' it right it's pure poetry
So do it for me
Allons danser, petit cherie
Come on, come on, come on
Wan't you dance for me
We do the cajun rage(what you call it？)
Doin' the cajun rage(yeah, yeah)
We do the cajun rage(what you say？)
Doin' the cajun rage(whoa, yeah)
Put yer belly in the rhumba
That's a kind 'a' samba
Called the cajun rage
No heel and toe
No do se do
Now the two-step craze has turned the page
With that new old dance called the cajun rage
Now I'm way outta line
And I feel so fine, so fine
She said ya can't do that
In your cowboy hat
Put the hoe down, honey
Let's cut the chat, oh yeah, oh yeah
We do the cajun rage(what you call it？)
Doin' the cajun rage(yeah, yeah)
We do the cajun rage(what you say？)
Doin' the cajun rage(whoa, yeah)
We do the cajun rage(what you call it？)
Doin' the cajun rage(yeah, yeah)
We do the cajun rage(what you say？)
Doin' the cajun rage(whoa, yeah)
Couchez fandango, dat's the kinda tango
Withyer belly in the rhumba
That's a kind 'a' samba
Lotta hip shakin', boppin',
That's the kinda rockin'
With the nude lambatta, ya know that's gotta
Be the cajun rage
7.Heaven's Where You Find It
Lyricist：Bill PaynePaul BarrereShaun MurphyFred Tackett
Writer(s)：Bill PayneFred TackettPaul BarrereShaun Murphy
Every time I see you
You're singin' the same old blues
You've got it wrong, love's not a matter of pride
It's a matter of pick and choose
If the sun was shinin'
You'd probably wish for rain
With you, up is down, in is out,
I'm tired of hearing you complain
Heaven's where you find it
Don't you know it's true
Heaven's where you find it
Standin' right there, right in front of you
We got somethin' goin'
Sweeter than a buckwheat cake
Can't you see love's in your backyard
Right here waitin' for you to take
Why don't we stop this nonsense
Get your feet back on the ground
For a country boy you got your nerve
You been livin' large all over this town
Heaven's where you find it
Don't you know it's true
Heaven's where you find it
Standin' right there, right in front of you
I know you men are prowlers
Can't leave nothin' alone
You always think the grass is greener
I got more than you need, right here at home
Just behind the pearly gates
With permission, I'll demonstrate
Here's a clue, for what it's worth
There's a paradise right here on Earth
Heaven's where you find it
Don't you know it's true
Heaven's where you find it
Standin' right there, right in front of you
8.Borderline Blues
Lyricist：Bill PayneBill WrayPaul BarrereShaun MurphyFred Tackett
Writer(s)：Bill PayneBill WrayFred TackettPaul BarrereShaun Murphy
I sit upon a hill and gaze out on the diamond lights
Strange night, strange city, down below
Neon lights will guide me
Take us all to a better place
Hang on, hang on
Wait for me, just wait for me
Another's smile reminds me
The past is ours, old friend of mine
The pictures still remain
One more night
Hold on, hold on
One more night
With these borderline blues
From a whisper to a shout
Before the flame burns out
Tomorrow is forever
So hold on one more night
Borderline blues
On the run in another city
Another country far from home
Walk slow and listen, the soul says it all
Silent conversations
Borderline blues far behind me
There lies my destiny
Wating for me, waiting for me
It's takin' me a long time
Long lost from sleeping
I'm coming home, I'm coming home
One more night
Hold on, hold on
One more night
With these borderline blues
From a whisper to a shout
Before the flame burns out
Tomorrow is forever
So hold on one more night
Borderline blues
I see the coast, the stars
Spread to the four corners of the world
Free for just an instant
As I fell back down to earth
It's not enough to care anymore
Not enough room to hide
Troubles come and go
But the child remains inside
One more night
Hold on, hold on
One more night
With these borderline blues
From a whisper to a shout
Before the flame burns out
Tomorrow is forever
So hold on one more night
Borderline blues
9.All That You Can Stand
Lyricist：Bill WrayBill PaynePaul Barrere
Writer(s)：Bill PayneBill WrayPaul Barrere
Might be a story you read in a book
'Bout a irl who drank from the devil's cup
Might be someone you know so well
Just might be me, you never can tell
Le dame Laveau burning at the stake
You're the hero, but just a little bit too late
Might be you, might be me
Might be some gris gris that you just can't see
Spirits in the bedroom
Candles in the hall
Shadows on the ceiling
Don't answer the call
I'm gonna take you back
I'm gonna take you way back
And give you
All that you can stand
I'm gonna give you
All that you can stand
Fires off the coast of Martinique
Stories you've heard, you dare not speak
Down on a rampart, you don't go alone
Might be an angel of mercy
Might be a black cat bone
Echoes in the stairwell
Curtains start to blow
Sugar, Honey, a touch of steel
There's something you should know
I'm gonna take you back
I'm gonna take you way back
And give you
All that you can stand
I'm gonna give you
All that you can stand
Dance Colinda on St. John's eve
Bells on her ankles
Makes you believe
Good time dresses on Lake Pontchatrain
A vision in the rain
Spirits in the bedroom
Candles in the hall
Shadows on the ceiling
Don't answer the call
I'm gonna take you back
I'm gonna take you way back
And give you
All that you can stand
I'm gonna give you
All that you can stand
10.Rock ＆ Roll Everynight
Lyricist：Bill PayneBill WrayPaul BarrereShaun MurphyFred Tackett
Writer(s)：Bill PayneBill WrayFred TackettPaul BarrereShaun Murphy
I wanna shake the floors, raise the roof
Don't shut me down, 'cause I'm livin' proof
I'm like the hurricane
Daddy ain't gonna turn you loose
Don't fight it, 'cause it ain't no use
Way back when, I was meek and mild
The boogie-woogie got me, turned the mild to wild
It threw me down, ain't got no strength to fight
I gotta rock ＆ roll, baby, rock ＆ roll everynight
Everynight, everynight
You can ride shotgun
And count the red tail lights
Everynight, everynight
You can roll the dice, take your chances
Hit the highway and roll your troubles away
Buckle your belts and don't be shy
We got a barrel-roll goin' and we're ready to fly
We can get there, we're lookin' at a non-stop flight
I wanna rock ＆ roll, baby, I'm feelin' like dynamite
Everynight, everynight
You can ride shotgun
And count the red tail lights
Everynight, everynight
You can roll the dice, take your chances
Hit the highway and roll your troubles away
Front and center
Doctor'll give you a thrill
I'm gonna give you a shot
and cure all you'alls ills
Come on everybody let's get up let's go
Meet me tonight, after the show
Keep op with my tail lights
We're headin' on down the road
It's a shortcut to hell
But we got a long way to go
Everynight, everynight
You can ride shotgun
And count the red tail lights
Everynight, everynight
You can roll the dice, take your chances
Hit the highway and roll your troubles away
11.Shakeytown
Lyricist：Paul BarrereMartin Kibbee
Writer(s)：Martin KibbeePaul Barrere
First time that I saw her
down at the predator's ball
She was lookin' ore thatn a little bit lost
Like this was her very first cattle call
She was a quick understudy
She learned to use her appeal
'Cause now all you hear is the squeal of the wheels
Of her super-nice over-priced automobile, yeah
She's makin my heart beat
Jumpin' at every turn
A hundred miles an hour, yeah
Like she's got money to burn
Whoa, she's an overnight sensation
Oh yeah, she knows her way around
Won't waste time on conversation
Gonna take ya right down
Down to Shakeytown
Ya' know she took me honky-tonkin'
Out on the Westside Drive
Whe was star at the monkey bar
And I was social suicide
And now she's off in a corner
With a Hollywood wheel
Lookin' to hook a development deal for
Fifty grand, honey, and all she can steal
She got the hang of the fast life
She gets thte parts that don't speak
She introduce me to jack-knife
That's her agent this week
Whoa, she's an overnight sensation
Oh yeah, she knows her way around
Won't waste time on conversation
Gonna take ya right down
Down to Shakeytown
She will take you down
Take you all the way down
Down to Shakeytown
Got a Czech director, yeah
And her Italian camera man
Ya know they try to protect her
But she's doin' the best that she can
Whoa, she's an overnight sensation
Oh yeah, she knows her way around
Won't waste time on conversation
Gonna take ya right down
Down to Shakeytown
She will take you down
Take you all the way down
Down to Shakeytown
She will take you down
Take you all the way down
Down to Shakeytown
12.Ain't Had Enough Fun
Lyricist：Bill PayneFred TackettPaul BarrereShaun MurphyC. Strand
Writer(s)：Bill PayneC. StrandFred TackettPaul BarrereShaun Murphy
Woke up this mornin' just about noon
Rolled back on over, it was way too soon
My sensibilities hadn't stirred you see
Might bother some, but it don't bother me
'Cause some people say ain't had enough fun
Some people say ain't had enough fun
I'll tell ya when I'm done
But until that time, ain't had enough fun
Right 'round the corner, right over the hill
Somebody's waitin' for some new thrill
They can wait there all of their life
Spinnin' them wheels 'til the time is right
As for me, I think I'll jump right into the fight
'Cause some people say ain't had enough gun
Some people say ain't had enough gun
I'll tell ya when I'm done
But until that time, ain't had enough fun
Why some people sure wound up tight
I'm here to tell ya Lord -- I got too many chills
To feel 'em all in one night
Now who says ya can't teach an old dog new tricks
Jus' fire off a few rounds at the poor boy's kicks
Ruler boy says don't worry
The monkey ain't dead so what's your hurry
The show ain't over so people please grab your seats
'Cause some people say ain't had enough gun
Some people say ain't had enough gun
My time ain't yet begun
So don't say I'm finished, no
I'll tell ya when I'm done
Until that time, I ain't had enough fun
13.That's A Pretty Good Love
Lyricist：Bryant LucasFred Mendelsohn
Writer(s)：Bryant LucasFred Mendelsohn
Baby, my love is deep
(How deep？)
Deep as the bottom of the ocean
(How pure？)
Pure as the new born baby
(How bright？)
Outshine's the sun above
That's a pretty good love
Baby, my love will last
(How long？)
Long as life in my body
(You swear？)
I swear to you on the Bible
(When？)
Any old time you say
That's a pretty good love
Baby, please come on home
(Why？)
Wanna put my arms around you
(Oh Yeah？)
Squeeze you till you're ol' black cold cream
(That's black)
That's the way I feel about you
That's a pretty good love
Ain't nobody love you like I do
Honey I know just what to do
All your other women's tellin' whole lotta lies
'Cause when it comes to lovin' I'll open my eyes
Baby, I love you so
(Sho' nuff)
You got me beggin' and pleading
(That's right)
Your love is all I need
(Say more)
There's nothin' I wouldn't do
That's a pretty good love
Ain't nobody love you like I do
Honey I know just what to do
All your other women's tellin' whole lotta lies
'Cause when it comes to lovin' I'll open my eyes
That's a pretty good love
That's a pretty good love
That's a pretty good love
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