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JOHN MICHAEL MONTGOMERY lyrics - Time Flies

Mad Cowboy Disease

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This little lady down in Texas tight tank top and a tan Rockin' True Religion britches drinking beer in a can She was too hot to two-step I was too dumb to just leave her alone But I made up my mind and I felt the fever coming on Kinda getting hot My knuckles turned white and my neck turned red My one good eye rolled straight back in my head It makes a Texas tornado seem like a cool breeze I can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy disease I was online away from scoring a win But I was two shots shy of three sheets to the wind I must've drank a hundred dollars sitting there just trying to work up the nerve Well one more Jager for my jitters and I was stagger-reaching over to her I really couldn't walk that good Well exuse me there honay kinda's trippin' all over myself Oh lordy, oh boy, here we go again Talking like Mel T-T-Tillis I said w-what's your n-name She said you ain't no player boy and I ain't no g-game But you are kinda cute so when you're feeling better give me a call And with her black eye-liner she wrote her number on my trembling palm My knees started shaking I was breaking out a sweat Trying to memorize her number 'cause my hand was getting wet I was showing the symptoms looking for a remedy I can feel it coming over me, mad cowboy disease Aw, I got that mad cowboy disease Little hoof in the mouth Makes ya' tongue hang out all the way to the floor Down on hands & knees beggin' like a hungry dog What do ya mean get off my knees I kinda' like it down here anybody got a leash Startin' to get a little rabid if ya know what I mean

You're Coming With Me

THE AGONIST "Prisoners"
International dreaming reveals a deceit less obvious. It's the liars who are punished but the liars speak the truth. I will never know your intention but I'll make clear my own. You are guilty by association and I'm taking your sentence on. To forget is the greatest ardor, forgetting is the favorite cure. There aren't many days left to sleep. Suspicius bullets - silent guns. Here's where the men wear pride outside and women smile through dragonflies. You were supposed to wait for me, that's how I built this up to be. I'm the kill the retriever coudn't find, the round that got away. Just leave my corpse to feed the worms, I'll soon just dissipate. I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me! Yesterday's air suffocates me. See, I have this gift to give to you. Take it carefully, it's yours. But if ever you should break it, please return it to the source. It's a shame you've not still hungry - sugared hands surrounds the still. Exhibitionist intentions through the window carved in skin. I'll shut up so you'll explain to me human sacrifice. Subtle tears, I loved you too, your desperate hillsides, your forest of depression and your houses built on lies. I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me! Yesterdays air suffocates me - I'll take your oxygen. Equine corpses bored to death. Purge the fetus like arguments. Time's up, get on board, you're coming with me. It's hard to watch you crumble, watch the flames lick your complexion bare, removing the pretense that you cared. I see the woman facing away, I feel the distance in her gaze. One day she will turn around and push me back so my past is erased. Flying birds like kites, my eyes are so full of sun I don't know how I'll ever learn your language. Only an insect forgets the earth when drawn into the sun. I'm going straight to hell and you're coming with me! Yesterdays air suffocates me - I'll take your oxygen. Equine corpses bored to death. Purge the fetus like arguments, how did we go from that to this? Sure, I'm guilty. Still, you're coming with me!

Feleena

MARTY ROBBINS
Out in New Mexico, many long years ago There in a shack on the desert, one night in a storm Amid streaks of lightnin' and loud desert thunder, to a young Mexican couple, a baby was born; Just as the baby cried, thunder and lightnin' die, moon gave it's light to the world and the stars did the same Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter, that heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name. When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams She ran away from the shack and left them to roam Father and Mother, both asked one another What made her run away, what made Feleena leave home; Tired of the desert nights, fartherly grieved to strife She ran away late one night in the moon's golden gleam She didn't know where she'd go, but she'd get there And she would find happiness, if she would follow her dream. After she ran away, she went to Sante Fe And in the year that she stayed there, she learned about life In just a little while, she learned that with a smile She could have pretty clothes, she could be any man's wife; Rich men romanced her, they dined and they danced her She understood men and she treated them all just the same A form that was fine and rare, dark shining glossy hair Lovely to look at Feleena was this woman's name. Restless in Sante Fe, she had to get away To any town where the lights had a much brighter glow One cowboy mentioned the town of El Paso They never stopped dancin' and money like whiskey did flow; She bought a one-way, a ticket from Sante Fe Three days and nights on a stage with a rest now and then She didn't mind that, she knew she would find that Her new life would be more exciting than where she had been. The stage made it's last stop, up there on the mountain top To let her see all of the lights at the foot of the hill Her world was brighter and deep down inside her An uncontrolled beating, her young heart just wouldn't be still; She got a hotel, a room at the Lily Belle Quickly she changed to a form-fitting black satin dress Ev'ry man stopped to stare, at this form fine and rare Even the women remarked of the charm she possessed. Dancin' and laughter, was what she was after And Rosa's Cantina had lights, with love in the gleam That's what she hunted and that's what she wanted Rosa's was one place, a nice girl would never be seen; It was the same way, it was back in Sante Fe Men would make fools of themselves at the thought of romance Rosa took heed of, the place was in need of This kind of excitement, so she paid Feleena to dance. A year passed and maybe more and then through the swingin' doors Came a young cowboy so tall and so handsomely dressed This one was new in town, hadn't been seen around He was so different, he wasn't like all of the rest; Feleena danced close to him, then threw a rose to him Quickly he walked to her table and there he sat down And in a day or so, wherever folks would go They'd see this young cowboy, showin' Feelena the town. Six weeks he went with her, each minute spent with her But he was insanely jealous of glances she'd give Inside he was a-hurtin', from all of her flirtin' That was her nature and that was the way that she lived; She flirted one night, it started a gun-fight And after the smoke cleared away, on the floor lay a man Feleena's young lover, had shot down another And he had to leave there, so out through the back door he ran. The next day at five o'clock, she heard a rifle shot Quickly she ran to the door, that was facin' the pass She saw her cowboy, her wild-ridin' cowboy Low in the saddle, her cowboy was ridin' in fast; She ran to meet him, to kiss and to greet him He saw her and motioned her back, with a wave of his hand Bullets were flyin', Feleena was cryin' As she saw him fall from the saddle and into the sand. Feleena knelt near him, to hold and to hear him When she felt the warm blood that flowed from the wound in his side He raised to kiss her and she heard him whisper 'Never forget me - Faleena it's over, goodbye.' Quickly she grabbed for, the six-gun that he wore And screamin' in anger and placin' the gun to her breast Bury us both deep and maybe we'll find peace And pullin' the trigger, she fell 'cross the dead cowboy's chest. Out in El Paso, whenever the wind blows If you listen closely at night, you'll hear in the wind A woman is cryin', it's not the wind sighin' Old timer's tell you, Feleena is callin' for him; You'll hear them talkin' and you'll hear them walkin' You'll hear them laugh and you'll look, but there's no one around Don't be alarmed - there is really no harm there It's only the young cowboy, showin' Feleena the town

Felina

Marty Robins
FELEENA (From El Paso) Marty Robbins Out in New Mexico, many long years ago There in a shack on the desert, one night in a storm Amid streaks of lightnin' and loud desert thunder, to a young Mexican couple, a baby was born; Just as the baby cried, thunder and lightnin' die, moon gave it's light to the world and the stars did the same Mother and Father, both proud of the daughter, that heaven had sent them, Feleena was this baby's name. When she was seventeen, bothered by crazy dreams She ran away from the shack and left them to roam Father and Mother, both asked one another What made her run away, what made Feleena leave home; Tired of the desert nights, fartherly grieved to strife She ran away late one night in the moon's golden gleam She didn't know where she'd go, but she'd get there And she would find happiness, if she would follow her dream. After she ran away, she went to Sante Fe And in the year that she stayed there, she learned about life In just a little while, she learned that with a smile She could have pretty clothes, she could be any man's wife; Rich men romanced her, they dined and they danced her She understood men and she treated them all just the same A form that was fine and rare, dark shining glossy hair Lovely to look at Feleena was this woman's name. Restless in Sante Fe, she had to get away To any town where the lights had a much brighter glow One cowboy mentioned the town of El Paso They never stopped dancin' and money like whiskey did flow; She bought a one-way, a ticket from Sante Fe Three days and nights on a stage with a rest now and then She didn't mind that, she knew she would find that Her new life would be more exciting than where she had been. The stage made it's last stop, up there on the mountain top To let her see all of the lights at the foot of the hill Her world was brighter and deep down inside her An uncontrolled beating, her young heart just wouldn't be still; She got a hotel, a room at the Lily Belle Quickly she changed to a form-fitting black satin dress Ev'ry man stopped to stare, at this form fine and rare Even the women remarked of the charm she possessed. Dancin' and laughter, was what she was after And Rosa's Cantina had lights, with love in the gleam That's what she hunted and that's what she wanted Rosa's was one place, a nice girl would never be seen; It was the same way, it was back in Sante Fe Men would make fools of themselves at the thought of romance Rosa took heed of, the place was in need of This kind of excitement, so she paid Feleena to dance. A year passed and maybe more and then through the swingin' doors Came a young cowboy so tall and so handsomely dressed This one was new in town, hadn't been seen around He was so different, he wasn't like all of the rest; Feleena danced close to him, then threw a rose to him Quickly he walked to her table and there he sat down And in a day or so, wherever folks would go They'd see this young cowboy, showin' Feelena the town. Six weeks he went with her, each minute spent with her But he was insanely jealous of glances she'd give Inside he was a-hurtin', from all of her flirtin' That was her nature and that was the way that she lived; She flirted one night, it started a gun-fight And after the smoke cleared away, on the floor lay a man Feleena's young lover, had shot down another And he had to leave there, so out through the back door he ran. The next day at five o'clock, she heard a rifle shot Quickly she ran to the door, that was facin' the pass She saw her cowboy, her wild-ridin' cowboy Low in the saddle, her cowboy was ridin' in fast; She ran to meet him, to kiss and to greet him He saw her and motioned her back, with a wave of his hand Bullets were flyin', Feleena was cryin' As she saw him fall from the saddle and into the sand. Feleena knelt near him, to hold and to hear him When she felt the warm blood that flowed from the wound in his side He raised to kiss her and she heard him whisper 'Never forget me - Faleena it's over, goodbye.' Quickly she grabbed for, the six-gun that he wore And screamin' in anger and placin' the gun to her breast Bury us both deep and maybe we'll find peace And pullin' the trigger, she fell 'cross the dead cowboy's chest. Out in El Paso, whenever the wind blows If you listen closely at night, you'll hear in the wind A woman is cryin', it's not the wind sighin' Old timer's tell you, Feleena is callin' for him; You'll hear them talkin' and you'll hear them walkin' You'll hear them laugh and you'll look, but there's no one around Don't be alarmed - there is really no harm there It's only the young cowboy, showin' Feleena the town

The Great Nashville Railroad Disaster

David Alan Coe "I've Got Something to Say"
By Bobby Braddock Rafe Vanhoy Dedication: To Billy Sherrill for having the courage to stand by me and my career even when everyone told him they'd never play my records because of my life style. Thanks Radar! ONE SULTRY SUMMER MORNING IN THE YEAR OF 1918 THREE HUNDRED MEN WITH EBONY SKIN PULLED OUT OF UNION STATION HEADING OUT OF NASHVILLE FOR WESTERN TENNESSEE HOMEWARD BOUND CAUSE UNCLE SAM CLOSED DOWN THE MUNITIONS FACTORY. AT THAT VERY MOMENT ON THE CHEATHAM COUNTY LINE OLD NUMBER ONE TRAIN FROM MEMPHIS WAS RUNNING WAY BEHIND BACK IN THE SMOKEY CLUB CAR A MEMPHIS GAMBLING MAN SAID GENTLEMAN, IM FOLDING THESE CARDS CAUSE I DREW A DEAD MANS HAND! A YOUNG MAN IN A MILK TRUCK OUT NEAR DUTCHMAN'S GRADE SAID OH MY GOD TWO TRAINS ONE TRACK THEN HE CLOSED HIS EYES AND HE PRAYED A SISTER FROM THE ORPHANS HOME MADE A CROSS UPON HER CHEST CAUSE A ONE IRON BEAST WAS COMING FROM THE EAST AND ANOTHER ONE WAS COMING FROM THE WEST THE BIRD FLEW FROM THE TREE TOPS AS THE IMPACT SHOOK THE GROUND THE SCREAMING WHEELS AND THE GRINDING STEEL COULD BE HEARD FOR MILES AROUND NOW EVERY JULY 9TH A FEW MILES WEST OF TOWN TO THIS DAY SOME FOLKS SAY YOU CAN HEAR THAT MOURNFUL SOUND

I'm Too Much

Chubb Rock "I Gotta Get Mine Yo"
I'm coming around the mountain when I'm coming I'm coming around the mountain when I'm coming Because I came around the town And everybody knows my sound is profound and I'm worth every pound The fourth LP and consumers don't sweat or fret Just go purchase the cassette The album comes on wax and on CD And hits hard from Ft. Greene to Chelsea Walk through The Color Purple, then through the Black Rain Always succeed cause I always use my brain Married my one and only fly cutie And always keep my same booking agent Rudy My pal partner Sal and my main man Al B. Sure! I'm sure the friendship is secure Your advice about the miec is always in me And B Sure! Peace to little Quincy And the Miss give a kiss and insist the Miss pump her fist And catch the gist of this *singing* I'm Mr. Chubb Rocker... I'm Mr. Fun I'm Mr. Smooth Rapper... I'm Mr. Number One Friends call me the Chubbster, any mic that I touch Seems to melt in my clutch... I'm too much Because I take a snake and shake and bake the flake Until I say for goodness drake Don't make no more damn mistakes And then I dunk a skunk, hunk, a punk who drunk some junk And sunk into the soup of life mixed with conch But I don't know what to do or what to say to him if he wants to h it me, let him destroy his kidney I don't care, no te ars for fears, give the kid another beer let him lose another year How can you do that, he knew that brew that, pursue that Walk down the street I'll just say Who dat? Walk the other way, looking at him makes me say Had a good complexion, now he looks gray I can't leave him alone because I'm civilized I don't want him drinking no more St. Ide's So my man, I got the plan You see the cyst growing on your wrist Connected to your fist, feel the gist of this And while you feel the gist of t his Go to the party and pump ya fist because *singing* I'm Mr. Chubb Rocker... I'm Mr. Care I'm Mr. Good Rapper... I'm Mr. Brand New year Friends call me the Chubbster, any person I touch Seems to change in my clutch... I'm too much

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