Me, and the ma's went to Doniphan today. On the way back home, we listened to Confederate Railroad. OMG! I so freakin' miss listening to them. Here's a few of my fav's from them...


Black Label and White Lies

Well I bragged and said I had
A women that loved me to much
To get mad when I stayed out in
Them neon lights to long
Oh but late last night I was late again
She was moved out when I walked in
And I realized the fool I'd been
Now all I've got to do is fool my friends

Chorus:
Black Label and white lies
Sitting round the table telling other guys
How it broke her heart to let me go
I ordered up another round
Tell um how her tears came down
Try to save some foolish pride
With Black Label and White Lies

Well I've sat right here to many nights
Saying that women was wrapped to tight
To come undone unless I's to cut the strings
So I'm buying drinks with this months rent
Trying to look like I'm glad she went
Now I got no woman I got no sense
But I got everybody here convinced

Chorus:
Mabelle bring us another round
Knowing I could never live this down
Cover up these blues inside
With Black Label and White Lies


Jesus and Mama

I made a wish upon a star
I could have a brand new car
Got tired of wishing
So I stole one

Seventeen and knew it all
My dreams were big but my thoughts were small
So many roads somehow I chose
The wrong one

CHORUS
But Jesus and mama always loved me
Even when the devil took control
Jesus and mama always loved me
This I know

I felt tried most all my life
Found new kinds of lows and highs
Never been a husband but I had a lot of wives
To hold me

Headstrong, stubborn, couldn't be told
Like a wild horse that couldn't be rode
A rainbow chaser hungry for gold
And still searchin'

REPEAT CHORUS

I wish mom could see me now
And how I've turned it all around
Lately I've been going down
The right road

Life's a picture that you paint
With blues and grays and cans of canvas
Heaven knows I'm not a saint
But I know

REPEAT CHORUS


When You Leave That Way (You Can Never Go Back)

I remember waking in the morning
To the sound of the rooster's crow
Mamma cooking in the kitchen
Arthur Godfrey on the radio

Me and Dad were just like strangers
We never did see eye to eye
Came to blows one Sunday morning
So I packed my bags and I said goodbye

CHORUS
When you leave that way you can never go back
A train won't run on a torn up track
Sometimes I wish I'd never roamed,oh no
'Cause when you leave that way you can never go home

Then I met a girl in Knoxville
Oh, we set our wedding day
I left her standing at the alter
With a baby on the way

REPEAT CHORUS

Lord I'd love to see my mom and daddy
And what I'd give to hold that boy of mine
I'd get down on my knees and I'd say I'm sorry
If I could only go back one more time

But I killed a man in Houston
When he caught me with his wife
And I told the preacher man to leave me alone
When he came to read my rights

CHORUS
He said son,when you leave this way you can never come back
A soul won't roll on a torn up track
All through eternity you'll roam alone
'Cause when you leave this way you can never come home
All through eternity you'll roam alone
'Cause when you leave this way you can never come home


This is my brother's song...

Trashy Women

Well, I was raised in a sophisticated kind of style.
Yeah, my taste in music and women drove my folks half wild.
Mom and Dad had a plan for me,
It was debutantes and er-symphonies,
But I like my music; I like my women wild.

Yeah, an' I like my women just a little on the trashy side,
When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed.
Too much lipstick an' er too much rouge,
Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused.
An' I like my women just a little on the trashy side.

Shoulda seen the looks on the faces of my Dad and Mom,
When I showed up at the door with a date for the senior prom.
They said: "Well, pardon us son, she ain't no kid.
"That's a cocktail waitress in a Dolly Parton wig.
I said: "I know it dad, ain't she cool, that's the kind I dig."

Yeah, an' I like my women just a little on the trashy side,
When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed.
Too much lipstick an' er too much rouge,
Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused.
An' I like my women just a little on the trashy side.

Instrumental break.

I like 'em sweet, I like 'em with a heart of gold.
Yeah an' I like 'em brassy, I like 'em brazen and bold.
Well, they say that opposites attract, well, I don't agree
I want a woman just as tacky as me.
Yeah, I like my women just a little on the trashy side.

Yeah, an' I like my women just a little on the trashy side,
When they wear their clothes too tight and their hair is dyed.
Too much lipstick an' er too much rouge,
Gets me excited, leaves me feeling confused.
An' I like my women just a little on the trashy side.

Yeah, I like my women an' I like 'em on the trashy side.



I'm hoping my dad has enough life jackets, if so me, dad, and Fea will probably go floating tomorrow...YAY! Which remind's me, I gotta run, and call her!