Western White Pines

All I Got

Well I met her I was floating
Tahlequah down on the river
When we started talking
You could feel it getting thicker
Tension steady building
Could’ve cut it with a knife
Where in the world had she been all my life
That little lady had a frightful reputation
Beast with many faces
Read about her in Revelation
But all I see spinning here in front of me
Is an Oklahoma good time
That don’t look like its cheap

If she wants to dance
Then I guess I’m dancing
If she wants to run
Then I’ll run until I drop
But if she wants to make me question
Til I’m crazy
Ain’t much that I can do
Can’t bear to see it stop

We showed up to the ballroom
We were sipping liquid courage
And smoking out our brains
On these cigarettes we’s burning
And everybody wondered where we’d been
It’d been several hours since we reached the rivers end
Worry ‘bout yourself now boys
We’re trying to have some fun
We’re just getting started and it looks like y’all are done
She grabbed me by the hand and walked me out onto the floor
Put Turnpike on the jukebox
I can’t take it anymore

So if she wants to dance
Then I guess I’m dancing
If she wants to run then I’ll run until I drop
But if she wants to make me question til I’m crazy
Ain’t much that I can do
Can’t bear to see it stop

So if she wants to dance
Then I guess I’m dancing
If she wants to run then I’ll run until I drop
But if she wants to make me question til I’m crazy
Ain’t much that I can do
Can’t bear to see it stop

Diamondhead

I'll hide in these trees 'til I wanna come down
You may find me on the outskirts of town
Making my way to my new home
To hide in the gutter 'til you pull the cover
And give me some time on my own

Cause I'm a free roaming
Natural re-homing
Fun-loving son of a gun
Mean as a varmint,
My diet's pure garbage
And when the lights come on, I run
Bandit by name
A leaver by trade
I'm destined to die on my own
But I ain't scared of death
And a bandit is always alone

Well, night after night
The hounds they keep coming
Chasing until I'm out on a limb
High as a bird
Too scared to come down

And I ain't scared of dying
But I ain't fond of flying
So I don't want to do either now

Cause I'm a free roaming
Natural re-homing
Fun-loving son of a gun
Mean as a varmint,
My diet's pure garbage
And when the lights come on, I run
Bandit by name
A leaver by trade
I'm destined to die on my own
But I ain't scared of death
And a bandit is always alone

Diamondhead

J.R. Carroll