Sample Lyrics:

                 As The Honky-Tonk Turns   
     
           
As the honky-tonk turns and the world turns ‘round
I’ll be sittin on a bar stool, pouring cold ones down
Watchin hearts get broken on the bridges they’ve burned
It’s just a typical evening, As the Honky-tonk turns.
Old Frank always plays the same old songs
And sometimes he even thinks that he’s  George Jones”
And it tears old Lester up to here that Jukebox play
And he’ll tell you once again just how he lost his wife…..
As the honky-tonk turns and the world turns ‘round
I’ll be sittin on a bar stool, pouring cold ones down
Watchin hearts get broken on the bridges they’ve burned
It’s just a typical evening, As the Honky-tonk turns.
[instrumental over chorus]
Last night I watched Charlene fall in love
For the third time this week that I know of
But tonight she’ll be here..feelin sorry for herself
Drinkin like there’s no tomorrow and leanin on somebody else
As the honky-tonk turns and the world turns ‘round
I’ll be sittin on a bar stool, pouring cold ones down
Watchin hearts get broken on the bridges they’ve burned
It’s just a typical evening, As the Honky-tonk turns.
It’s just a typical evening, As the Honky-tonk turns.

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Something that I can believe
 
I’ve been around a lot of towns
They all look the same to me.
And I got married a couple of times
But I just can’t seem to stay
 I’m always looking for something new
Because that’s just my way.
I don’t know what I’m hoping to find
But I hope it brings me peace of mind
 
I’m looking for a sunrise that won’t hurt my eyes
Or a rainbow to color my dreams.
I follow a shadow just over my shoulder
Yea, I’m looking for something that I can believe.
 
I had a good job to lean on
But not enough to keep me in line.
And I had plenty of money in my pocket
And a shine on my corporate shoes
But I’d give it all up in a moment
For taste of those highway blues
I don’t know what I’m hoping to find
But I hope it brings me peace of mind
 
It’s a winding road to nowhere
But I’m still gonna take the ride
I’ve been restless since I was a young boy
And I’ll be restless till the day I die.
 
I’m still looking for a sunrise that won’t hurt my eyes
Or a rainbow to color my dreams.
I follow a shadow just over my shoulder
Yea, I’m looking for something I that can
believe.
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                       COUNTRY SOUL©                                 

 I was born in forty-nine – A child of the fifties
 Grew up with Uncle Sam ,  and the songs  of the sixties
 Then something happened – I changed my role
Got a Rock and Roll heart, and a Country Soul
I saw Jimi in Saginaw – And Janis in Mississippi
 Went down to Florida to catch the “Fish” in Tallahassee
Then I heard Buck and Snow on the radio
I got a Rock and Roll heart, and a Country Soul
 Yea I Got High in San Francisco – Got lost in Arizona
 Got stoned in Colorado – And got jailed in Montana
 Took some time  to hitch around, til I hit Idaho
 I got a Rock and Roll Heart, and a Country Soul
 Lookin for a place I could call my own
 Somewhere near “Credence “and the “Rolling Stones”
 Traveled round the country Lord, now I know
I got a Rock and Roll heart, and a Country Soul
Yea I Got High in San Francisco – Got lost in Arizona
Got stoned in Colorado – And got jailed in Montana
Took some time to hitch around, til I hit Idaho
 I got a Rock and Roll Heart, and a Country Soul
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Fight the GoodFight                                                             
 D                                 G                     D
I can no longer hide the tears and the lies
D                                                         A
The pain I have caused you I can no longer hide
     G                                        D
The love we shared has all but disappeared
     A                                   G 
And lord knows we tried
G                           D
To fight the good fight.
 
D                                     G                 D
The reasons we lost and paid such a cost 
 D                                       A
Can only be found in the dreams we lost
     G                                        D
The times we were happy have all disappeared
            A                            G
And lord knows we tried
G                          D
To fight the good fight.
 
               G                              D
I wish you well wherever you go
                        D                                                         A
May your dreams be fulfilled on down the road?
                        G                                       D
And maybe someday we’ll look back and recall
                        A                                 G
Because lord knows we tried
            G                           D
To fight the good fight.
 
 
The candles are out and the music is over
 
The perfume has faded, and the flowers have died
 
And the sound of laughter I cannot remember
 
But lord knows we tried
 
To fight the good fight
 
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Second Chances              by Don Haddock ©
   D
She wasn’t there smiling
        G
When I walked through the door
       D
She didn’t have supper waiting
        G
Like all those nights before
 
                        D
There were no arms to hold me tight
     G
No kisses to say it’s all right
            A                                           G
She was deaf to my worn out lies
      G                           D
My baby’s leaving tonight….
 
[Chorus]
                        G                            D
                I’ve run out of second chances
                        G                            D
                I’ve used all my reasons why
                        G                            D
                The bars, the girls, and bright city lights
                        A-------G                        D
                Have cost me the love of my life.
 
[INSTRUMENTAL]   DDGGDDGGDDGGAAGGDD
 
There are no words of forgiveness
 
And no tears in her eyes
 
She’s made up her mind for certain
 
So I’ll sleep alone tonight.
 
[Chorus]
                I’ve run out of second chances
 
                I’ve used all my reasons why
 
                The bars, the girls, and bright city lights
 
                Have cost me the love of my life.
 
 The bars, the girls, and bright city lights
 
Have cost me the love of my life.  
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Stand Back
 
Long neck bottle sitting in my lap
A Winchester rifle on my gun rack
Stand Back
A Merle Haggard song on my eight track
And a bumper sticker that says “I Love Rodeo”
 
And if you got a problem with that
I say “Boy you got a problem with that?”
I said if you got a problem with that
Then you better stand back
 
I got a plastic Jesus on the dash of my truck
A designer plate that says “God and Luck”
A 45 colt stashed under my seat
And a mean old dog whose name is Pete
 
(chorus) (to bridge)
 
Yea you better stand back cause I’m just the way I seem
I’m just a cowboy and sometimes I get mean
I don’t have a hidden agenda
Cross me and I’ll probably send you
To a place you don’t want to be
So if you don’t want no trouble from me
Stand back
 
(guitar solo etc;;;)
 
I got friends and a woman who likes me a lot
And some folks just as soon see me shot
And if you ask me why I’ll say “I don’t know”
It’s probably just the way I wear my clothes
(chorus)  ad lib to end
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       Step off this Track           by Don Haddock ©2013
 
I got these leather boots walkin down the railroad track.
See that black smoke risin from a coal burner stack.
I got “Long Black Veil” runnin through my head,
And pictures of that women tied up on this track dead.
I better get my mind right before I go insane;
I better step on off this track or get hit by a train…..
 
That morning sun is in my eyes and I can’t see a thing.
My head pounding like a jack and my legs are feelin strange.
I see the “Banks of Ohio” just like it’s yesterday
And a women floatin face down, and I begin to pray
I better get my mind right before I go insane;
I better step on off this track or get hit by a train…..
 
Yea, I’m about to git my boot caught underneath this rail
And they’ll be nothing left of me but a hillbilly trail
This alcohol is burnin in my gut like red hot coal
This anger and this fightin is tearin down my soul
          Well I don’t know nothing, but this is what I say…..
I better step on off this track or get hit by a train…
 
[Instrumental]
 
Well that big black train gets closer and I shake my fist in rage
The place this women’s got me in’s a prison or a cage
 Yea “Johnny Cash” said “Folsom Prison” is the place I’ll be
If I put a bullet in her head then maybe I’ll be free…..
Yea, I better get my mind right before I go insane;
I better step on off this track or get hit by a train…..
 
Yea, I’m about to git my boot caught underneath this rail
And they’ll be nothing left of me but a hillbilly trail
This alcohol is burnin in my gut like red hot coal
This anger and this fightin is tearin down my soul
          Well I don’t know nothing, but this is what I say…..
I better step on off this track or get hit by a train…
I better step on off this track or get hit by a train…
 
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That was then…this is now                                                 
 
 D                                   G                              
When I was 5 years old I stood on my Granddads knees
    D                                         G
He let me steer his truck on the way to the dump
            A                                D
I would drive while he drank beer.
 
 D                                G
When I was just 14, I drove my first car
D                                      G
Smoking on a Joint with a beer between my knees.
    A                                                 G                         D
I stayed out most every night til the sunlight filled my eyes
         A                                                                D                 D     (STOP)
And Mama would cry and say, “You’re just like Father”.
 
            [CHORUS]
 
                     G                                    C
             Well that was then, and this is now
              A                                      D
            I turned my life around somehow
                        G                                 B7
            I had a lot of good times back then       
                               C                          Cm
            But it was a fight I could never win
                                 G-D                    G         A [KEY CHANGE BACK TO D]
            Yea, that was then and this is now.     
 
 
       [INSTRUMENTAL]        DDGGDDGGAADD
 
D                                                  G
At 5 years old my son looked up at me 
            D                                                G     
He said, “Tell me a story when you were small like me”.
       A                                                              A
So I told him how Grandpa let me drive his truck.
         G                                    A                     D         (STOP)
But I never let on that Grandpa was drunk.
 
             [CHORUS]
 
 
At 16 my son was old enough to drive
 
He asked to borrow car keys for the night
 
So I told him what I had did when I was young
 
And I’d beat his ass if he did what I had done !
 
 
[CHORUS]   [Last line and end]
 
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This Time                                                                   
 
I’ve got your picture by the nightstand
 
By the bed where I sleep
 
In this broken down motel in Tucson.
 
I’ve been drunk for days/God knows how long
 
Trying to drink you off my mind.
 
But it looks like it’s gonna take a little longer this time.
 
[chorus]
 
               Why is this time any different?
 
                I’ve loved them and left them before.
 
               What is it about you I didn’t see sooner
 
               Before I walked out the door.
 
               Why do I feel like a worn out pair of shoes?
 
               Why has this time got me singing the blues?
 
 
 
I got the scarf that you gave me
 
It’s wearing the scent of you.
 
Your telephone number in L.A. haunts me
 
I don’t know what to do.
 
I got a headache that’s pounding night and day
 
And a heartache that won’t go away.
 
Looks like it’s gonna take a little longer this time…
 
[Chorus & end]

 





 
 
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