I imagine myself
With a bun an apron
Laughing in the kitchen
Making biscuits and gravy
Hoping and praying
For an honest man
He'd stand up tall
Then tip his hat
Then smile my way
I guess that's a lot
To ask these days
For a man from the trail

Whose hands do work
There's dirt on his shirt
And a bible in his pack
Roamed from town to town
Feet on the ground
And hardly looked back

Iron horse fast as the wind can blow
Won't you take me away
Take me back to them old time cowboys
Who made their home on the range 
Give me one I can tame

I wish for a simple
Plain talking man
With strength in his words
He's seen a lot
When I've seen so little
He can show me the world
We'd raise up some kids
To tend to the fields
When we aged a bit
But that time has passed
But a girl can still dream
For a ring from a man

Iron Horse

You called me to keep you company and stay through the night
Your parents were going out
We tried to tune the piano and you laughed as I hummed a note
You asked if it was the right key
I made a joke with two fingers up smiled and said trust me
But I never was a scout
The picture seemed so vivid though I know it was just a dream 
But it was good enough for me

There are a million ways I wish I could've said good bye
Smiling looking in your eyes
If the only way for me to make my peace is in a dream
I guess that'll be good enough for me
That'll have to be good enough for me

Grace and perfection sitting there, without a care and messy haired
Cause you didn't get made up
You looked at me just past the strings and hammers like you were a pro
But we didn't know at all
Those were always the best of times, we'd get a task on our minds
And we'd beat it out like apes
A heart of gold and innocence, i had her heart before I left
That'll have to be good enough for me

There are a million ways I wish I could've said good bye
Smiling looking in your eyes
If the only way for me to make my peace is in a dream
I guess that'll be good enough for me
That'll have to be good enough for me

Good Enough For Me

If you're from east of Joaquin, Vidor, or Jasper, I could really care less
West of El Paso, or west of Plains, I could really care less
If you're from north of Stafford, North of Perryton, I could really care less
South of McAllen, or South of Brownsville, I could really care less

About you or your momma, or your sister's husband, get back to where you're from
If you're not from this lone star state, you better get yourself a gun
If you can't name 3 wildflowers that grow out on a prairie land
You better look towards the heavens to ask for forgiveness, cause it's out of my hands

If you're from north east of Clarksville, north east of Paris, I could really care less
South west of Presidio or Eagle Pass, I could really care less
North west of Kermit, North west of Farwell, I could really care less
South east of Galveston or off from the coast, I could really care less

About you or your momma, or your sister's husband, get back to where you're from
If you're not from this lone star state, you better get yourself a gun
If you can't name 3 wildflowers that grow out on a prairie land
You better look towards the heavens to ask for forgiveness, cause it's out of my hands

You're Not From Texas

A lot of people will skip this song, say that it ain't country
But I like to play what I like, to hell with what you say
I do a little western swing, a little rock and roll
A few to draw a young crowd, sing some from my soul
But I ain't about to argue, what you like to hear
Maybe you'll like the next one, why don't you grab me a beer
David Coe plays on a rebel flag, that made for Dimebag
And if that ain't country, you can kiss MY ass

That's Country
To the bone
That's Country
Walk on home boy

If this ain't country music, then you're hearing it wrong
Cause this is country music, just not your daddy's song
Raised up on lynard skynard, and chris ledoux
They tried to call it southern rock, they still do
Even the great ZZ Top, was called disco blues
But all I heard was country boys, passing through the tubes
So I'll stand here the same way they did, and sing to you
And if you don't like my music, you can kiss MY ass

That's Country
To the bone
That's Country
Walk on home boy

That's Country

I pull my truck over
I park it in the slot
I'm not an early riser
I don't see this a lot

From where I'm standing
This town looks empty
No one on the side walks
No one around
But I know better

There's people at the feed store
People at the truck stop
There's a party down on the street
Where the vatos are still up
And I know, 'cause I've been there

Someone's grandma's rolling up
Homemade tortillas 
Somewhere there's a little girl who likes 
Cheese on her migas
Like I do, you know I do

It seems like there's always something going down, in a small town
And even though I hardly sleep, it never does

I started walking,
Through downtown streets
Had no direction
Followed my feet
They've been around

I passed the courthouse
An empty parking lot
I was heading there
Just up the block
Where I know a girl

I'm used to getting here
Just before she gets off
She'll be surprised to death
To see me before the sun
But here I come

I walk through the front door
in last nights clothes
I nod to an old man
knowing that he knows
I ain't slept a wink

It seems like there's always something going down, in a small town
And even though I hardly sleep, it never does

I Ain't Slept

I get up every morning to a same routine
A country cowboy knows what I mean
It's coffee, a cigarette, then I'm sittin down to take a shit
And I don't really care who hears it drop

Bacons on the skillet, eggs are on the way
Sitting at the table, breathing in the day
Some things I can't live without like toast and butter and jam
No rhyme or reason it boys it's just the way I am

I'm stuck in my country ways
Remembering better days
You can't teach me no new tricks
I ain't changing one bit
I'm just stuck in my country ways

I had a friend in high school, we dug each other's grave
We'd raise a little hell, when we were feeling brave
Green as what we were smoking, eyes redder than the devil's dick
We tore that town a new one, at least till he got pinched

Well I moved out of town, just outside the city
But I might as well have been a toothless grin, old smelly hillbilly
Someone had the brass to shoot off on politics
I said keep it to yourself boy, unless you wanna get whipped

I'm stuck in my country ways
Remembering better days
You can't teach me no new tricks
I ain't changing one bit
I'm just stuck in my country ways

You can't teach that dog to hunt, he probably wouldn't want to
And any dog, don't hunt gonna get lost in the jungle
Sit right there boy and zip your lip, that's unless you wanna meet a fist
I'm stuck in my country ways 
I'm stuck in my country ways

My Country Ways

I can't judge how I'm feeling today
My head just ain't the right way
There's something hanging over from last night
The smell of coffee is throwing me off
I don't remember putting on a pot
Hell, wait a minute, this ain't my bed
I tried to figure out by looking around
At the second pair of clothes on the ground
And why in the world I ain't got none on
The bedroom door was cracked wide open
A little dog came and poked and poked his in
Turned his head then ran right back to mom

I think that's my cue that I should be getting home
I've gotten used to being all alone
I've had nothing but bad luck with women
Not one has treated me like a king
I think that's my cue that I should be getting home

Didn't think I went that hard
Thought I left home after the bar
But there's photos in my phone I don't remember taking
My wallet's just a little slimmer today
Theres no real chance of me slipping away
I'm gonna have to face what I got into last night
She was standing with two coffee cups
She'd been up for a while she was all dolled up
I was thinking to my self I didn't do that bad
I guess I had one hell of a night
At least I didn't end up in a fight
'Cause I just noticed theres a ring on her left hand

I think that's my cue that I should be getting home
I've gotten used to being all alone
I've had nothing but bad luck with women
Not one has treated me like a king
I think that's my cue that I should be getting home

She said I had a great time last night
I said how's about one more ride
Then I heard a truck door slam right outside … gotta go!

I think that's my cue that I should be getting home
I've gotten used to being all alone
I've had nothing but bad luck with women
Not one has treated me like a king
I think that's my cue that I should be getting home


I Should Be Getting Home

The sound of return fire came ringing past the hills 
Two men lie bleeding out but only one will live
The old man taught his boys to shoot, but his youngest one shot true
The eldest boy ran to his pa and put pressure on the wound
His father said I'll be alright he hit only skin
Here you go son take my gun run over and finish him
I guess he crossed a couple lines when he stepped into that field
50 dollars in liquid gold ain't worth getting killed

They had a problem with vagrancy for sometime in the past
Times were tough out on the ranch and so a plan was hatched
Each man took to his post every night for a week
Long nights, longer days, it ain't for the meek
But God's law as well as man's sets guard upon his home
It's legal to use lethal action to try to protect your own
So stand your ground in your own castle should a threat come to your world
Drop the hammer down and bring fire in the sky

Stand Your Ground

This song was inspired by watching Doug Moreland and The Flying Armadillos at the Moontower Saloon in South Austin.

The chilly air was killed off by the smell of burning cedar
I hear a bob wills tune and it gets me on the floor
You can't hardly find a bar that plays that kind of music
But it still lives in Austin, South of Riverside

A gentle man in his 30 somethings sings beneath a cowboy hat
His pants aren't quite as weathered as the 50 something gents
Playing on the stand up bass and a guitar to his right
Trying out new music that's from another time

They were singing about aliens riding on winged horses
But half the women weren't watching the magic on stage
High upon the Moon tower, staring down at Cadillacs 
We aren't born with poor souls, we make 'em that way

A girl too cute to be dancing with a fool in the dust
Caught my eye so I grabbed her hand and we cut a rug
I learned back in middle school not well but i had rhythm
She laughed when I told her his boogie don't match the tune

He sung a poem he put to music that gave me inspiration
Sounded better than a 19th century man could have planned
There was no drummer needed for a western kind of picking
He bowed on that fiddle better than Johnny and his band

They were singing about aliens riding on winged horses
But half the women weren't watching the magic on stage
High upon the Moon tower, staring down at Cadillacs 
We aren't born with poor souls, we make 'em that way

Flying Armadillos

I remember being 16 in small town usa
Save quarters up all week to get a pocket full of change
7.50 was good enough to get a little bent
Standing outside the picos station waiting on a friend
I would smoke a cigarette while john tucked a pouch
Drinking on a sonic cup, with liquor from the house

Preacher smiles and nods his head, he can't help at all
If he knew what we were doing there he'd give our folks a call
Someone's brother would pull up with speakers blowing out their ears
We say, you think you can help us out, buy us both some beer
We'd cruise around 20 blocks sipping on warm booze
Another weekend in a po-dunk town looking for something to do

We knew we were getting drunk on Friday night
We might end up with our knuckles bloody
We'd hit on the girls that we knew
And hope that one of us got lucky … and took pictures

Two a days in the summer heat, sneaking into fall
We'd go out and shit faced without a care at all
You could smell the beer and liquor pouring out our skin
No chance for a district title swimming in our sin
We ended up 3 & 7 in my senior year
The coach got fired because of it, we might of fucked his whole career

But you know we got drunk on friday night
We ended up with our knuckles bloody
We'd hit on all the girls that we knew
And hope that one of us got lucky … and took pictures

These days there ain't much different, except I buy my own beer
And I'm the one watching out for my own career
Lord help if i ever have a daughter
Lord knows I'll be an over protective father
Cause I remember what I used to do
And kids these days they to the same thing too

They go out and get drunk on Friday night
They might end up with our knuckles bloody
They hit on the girls that wthey knew
And hope that one of them gets lucky … and take pictures

16 in Smalltown, USA

This used to be a good side of town from what I remember now
We used to run down Easy street, laughing and screaming
What did I know I was just a kid, it could've been as bad as this
But this town kinda sprouted legs and started stretching out

There's liquor stores on both ends, which aint bad for me
But I can't let my kids go out to play in the streets
There's a different kind of candy man that lives just down the road
Why they don't change the name of this damn street I'll never know

The smell don't really leave my block you just kinda get used to it
There's music going on at all hours through the night
You don't wanna get caught walking after dark on easy street
There's silly kids beating their chests just dying to be cool

There's liquor stores on both ends, which aint bad for me
But I can't let my kids go out to play in the streets
There's a different kind of candy man that lives just down the road
Why they don't change the name of this damn street I'll never know

The way the parties growing it's time for me to leave
It's a matter of time before someone gets to me
I heading out to a dirt road, somewhere where I can breathe
I'm packing up and getting my kids the hell off Easy Street

Anthony-Lucio-2

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