This is a song about a fake cowboy walking into a small-town bar, attempting to impress the hard-working folks who drink there.  This version is from a woman's perspective, but the song can also be performed as a duet with a guy and girl. (Hear an example further down the list.) 

Lyrics:

Get In Line
I’ve got a week’s hard work sinkin’ into my bones
But here in this valley no one suffers alone
We’re all flat broke just like we’ve always been
Ah, but we’ve got big hearts a-beatin’ so broke doesn’t make us mean
Well you walk right up to the bar, stranger and then you sit
And order something so goddamn expensive, bar tender’s never heard of it
Then you start talkin’ to me, ‘bout all the nice things you’ve got
Well you’re making the wrong moves, mister, a good woman can’t be bought

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
And buy this bar another round
This place is packed full of hard-working people
This ain’t Hollywood, it’s a small farm town
And we don’t need no limousines to have our bad selves a real good time
Well if you want to dance with one of us girls, you’d better get in line

From the top of that brand-new Stetson hat
To the tips of those genuine cowboy boots
You look like the kind of man
Who’s never known the blues
This town has seen hard times and battles lost
But there’s nothing like our fruit pies, sugar snaps or applesauce

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
And buy this bar another round
This place is packed full of hard-working people
This ain’t Hollywood, it’s a small farm town
And we don’t need no caviar to have our bad selves a real good time
Well if you want to dance with one of us girls, you’d better get in line

Well you won’t impress anyone around here, if you don’t know how to hoe a row
Or drive that old John Deere or dig a three-foot hole
If you think those nice clothes will get you anywhere
You’d better make your way back to the city and chew off someone else's ear

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
And buy this bar another round
This place is packed full of hard-working people
This ain’t Hollywood, it’s a small farm town
And we don’t need no champaign to have our bad selves a real good time
Well if you want to dance with one of us girls, you’d better get in line

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is

Get In Line

This is a song from the perspective of a woman looking back on a proposal and wishing her suitor had only asked her again. Years later the two have been through the ringer and she finds herself wondering... what if....

Lyrics: 

I’m leavin’ 
Those ain’t words you want to hear too much 
When for so long 
Life for you has been about trying to find the one 
Broken hearted 
You and I have both been dragged through the mud 
But I can not stop thinkin’ ‘bout you and me  
We could have had so much  

Oh I could have been your sweet darlin’ I can guarantee 
That I would be there lovin’ you if you had just asked me 
Twice  

Mistakes made
Mistakes made on my part are still hurtin’
Patience
Patience was the only thing you needed 
Indecision
I’ve got flaws too and I’m still learnin’ 
O I’d a changed my mind once I thought about it baby For a day or two  

Oh I could have been your sweet darlin’ I can guarantee 
That I would be there lovin’ you if you had just asked me 
Oh I would have been yours, sweet baby if you had only seen 
That I would be there loving now if you had just asked me 
Twice  

Lonesome 
You’ve got lots of your mistakes on your mind 
Regrettin’ 
I’m regrettin’ not takin’ you the first time  

But if there ain’t no second chances in this world, then I want out of it 
You could have asked me one more time so I would not regret it 
I could be there lovin’ you now, and I bet it would be beautiful  

Oh I could have been your sweet darlin’ I can guarantee 
That I would be there lovin’ you if you had just asked me 
Oh I would have been yours, sweet baby if you had only seen 
That I would be there loving now if you had just asked me 
Twice 

Twice

This is a slow "stand-by-your-man" themed love song. It is about supporting your partner no matter what kind of trouble he is in. 

Lyrics:

Baby I know you
Baby I know you’ve done a lot of stupid things in you life
Honey I’m not your second wife
But I’ll show you, listen cowboy, put that old glass of whisky down
Turn your bad luck around
Come over and sit with me
When I said forever, I meant eternity
I won’t make you dance tonight
I’m just gonna hold on to your hand real tight

Cuz it’s a lonely road, it’s a lonely road, it’s a lonely road if you go it alone

Baby I know you
Baby I know you’ve seen a lot of ugly things in your life
Hurtin’, peril and strife
But I’ll show you
You can trust this good country girl who wears your ring
Trust me with anything
And don’t you walk away from me
You’ve got a troubled mind, it’s plain to see
And you need good love tonight
Come on baby, let me hold you tight

Cuz it’s a lonely road, it’s a lonely road, it’s a lonely road if you go it alone

Solo

Don’t you walk away from me
You’ve got a troubled mind, it’s plain to see
And you need good love tonight
Come on baby, let me hold you tight

Cuz it’s a lonely road, it’s a lonely road, it’s a lonely road if you go it alone

If You Go It Alone

This could be sung by a man or tongue-in-cheek by a woman. It is about a man who is trying to make the right decision, but isn't very good at it. 

Lyrics:

The Devil on my shoulder says that I should get it over 
but I don’t wanna let you down
Devil on my shoulder, well he sure is a talker, 
he’s got lots of bad ideas we’ve been tossing around

The Angel on my right, well she’s gone for the night
But I want so much to be true
Well I’m an easy sell, but I don’t wanna go to hell
And I’ve been trying with all my might to be good to you

I may be a simple man
My eyes may look where they should not
But I’m gonna try the best I can
Not to let that devil win, never to mess up again, woa-oh-oh. 

Well the girl at the bar, she’s this town’s little star, 
And she’s been checkin’ me over all night
And I can’t help but stare, at that long red hair, 
Flowing down the to the tops of her thighs
Well Mac over at Rudy’s says she says she wants to do me
And I’m thinking that may not have been a lie
She’s really cute, she’s got long legs to boot
And before the night’s over I think I’m gonna die

Well I may be a simple man
My eyes may look where they should not
But I’m gonna try the best I can
Not to let that devil win, never to mess up again, woa-oh-oh.

Gotta get out of here, gonna leave my beer and go
‘cause I’ve been a no-good cheater, but I love my woman so

The Devil on my shoulder says that I should get it over 
But I don’t wanna let you down
Devil on my shoulder, well he sure is a talker, 
He’s got lots of bad ideas we’ve been tossing around

Well I may be a simple man
My eyes may look where they should not
But I’m gonna try the best I can
Not to let that Devil win, never to mess up again
Not to let that Devil win, never let that Devil win, oh-woah-oh.


Devil On My Shoulder

This is a duet from the perspective of a couple who have always struggled, but who struggle along together and remain loving, despite hard times. 

Lyrics:

I took the fast track to adulthood
A speedin' train for your love
Then we went running for the alter
Once you told me that I was enough

We couldn't afford any honeymoon
So we sat down and drank at the bar
Now we're still chipping away at a life for ourselves
And I still love you the way that you are

Oh baby get over here and lie with me a while
I would do just about anything to see that beautiful smile

The way the world's changing, good work is scarce
This isn't the life that we dreamed
This isn't the home that I promised you
I still haven't found the means

Your daddy still fills your tank up
Mine wants to kick my ass
But bear with me baby, I'm trying
And please lord, let this love last

Oh baby get over here and lie with me a while
I would do just about anything to see that beautiful smile

Oh baby I love you, I'll never let you go
Oh please darlin', stick with me, there's a lot more that I want to show
you

I am a woman of morals
And I am a woman of faith
If I can't have money or pretty things
Then I'll take that look on your face

I'll take the way that you whistle
The way that you crack an egg
I'll take your voice in the morning
I'll take the way that you say

Oh baby get over here and lie with me a while
I would do just about anything to see that beautiful smile

Oh baby I love you, I'll never let you go
Oh please darlin', stick with me, there's a lot more that I want to show you
Oh please darlin', stick with me, there's a lot more that I want to show
you


Stick With Me (Duet)

This is a duet version of Get In Line, a song that can also be sung completely from a woman's perspective. A fake cowboy in his full western duds walks into a small-town bar looking to impress. 

Get In Line

I’ve got a week’s hard work sinkin’ into my bones
But here in this valley no one suffers alone
We’re all flat broke just like we’ve always been
Ah, but we’ve got big hearts a-beatin’ so broke doesn’t make us mean
Well you walk right up to the bar, stranger and then you sit
And order something so goddamn expensive, bar tender’s never heard of it
Then you start talkin’ to me, ‘bout all the nice things you’ve got
Well you’re making the wrong moves, mister, a good woman can’t be bought

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
And buy this bar another round
This place is packed full of hard-working people
This ain’t Hollywood, it’s a small farm town
And we don’t need no limousines to have our bad selves a real good time
So if you want to dance with one of these girls, you’d better get in line

From the top of that brand-new Stetson hat
To the tips of those genuine cowboy boots
You look like the kind of man
Who’s never known the blues
This town has seen hard times and battles lost
But there’s nothing like our fruit pies, sugar snaps or applesauce

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
And buy this bar another round
This place is packed full of hard-working people
This ain’t Hollywood, it’s a small farm town
And we don’t need no caviar to have our bad selves a real good time
So if you want to dance with one of these girls, you’d better get in line
Well you won’t impress anyone around here, if you don’t know how to hoe a row
Or drive that old John Deere or dig a three-foot hole
If you think those nice clothes will get you anywhere
You’d better make your way back to the city and chew off someone else's ear

Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
And buy this bar another round
This place is packed full of hard-working people
This ain’t Hollywood, it’s a small farm town
And we don’t need no champaign to have our bad selves a real good time
So if you want to dance with one of these girls, you’d better get in line

Live off the floor in Gravenhurst, Ontario

Get In Line (Duet Version)

Here is an upbeat song from the perspective of a woman who has become jaded and is worn-down by heartbreak, but remains a little bit hopeful. 

Lyrics:

Prove me wrong, make me eat my words baby
Help reverse all these lessons learned the hard way
I've gone cold but you could warm my soul
I want the kind of love that I don't believe in
Want the kind of love that I haven't seen yet

You've been taking your sweet time, I'm getting tired of waitin' around
Will you decide if you are mine, or has my head just been in the clouds
You whisper such sweet words, then you go running for the hills
I'm getting to old for these games, gonna give up on love before it kills me

Prove me wrong, make me eat my words baby
Help reverse all these lessons learned the hard way
I've gone cold but you could warm my soul
I want the kind of love that I don't believe in
Want the kind of love that I haven't seen yet

It's just a matter of days, before you break my heart in two
It could happen in so many ways, cuz I've gone and left it up to you
Keep my head high, quit being so naive
I may never find a man who wants to stick it out with me

Prove me wrong, make me eat my words baby
Help reverse all these lessons learned the hard way
I've gone cold but you could warm my soul
I want the kind of love that I don't believe in
Want the kind of love that I haven't seen yet

A man loves his freedom, he can be hard to tie down
When you talking about settling, I get an itch for skipping town
But I'm thinking 'bout stayin, thinkin' 'bout changing my tune
Cuz all a man needs is a good woman to hold on to. 

Solo

Prove me wrong, make me eat my words baby
Help reverse all these lessons learned the hard way
I've gone cold but you could warm my soul
I want the kind of love that I don't believe in
Want the kind of love that I haven't seen yet

Prove Me Wrong (Duet, Co-written with Cody Thompson)

Bet Smith’s songwriting ranges from traditional country to alternative folk, with inspiration drawn from her bread & butter: the blue-collar work that keeps food on the table and strings on her guitar.  A ticketed welder and experienced farm hand, her real-life experience gives her a perspective that can’t be acquired any other way. 

Bet has toured across Canada several times, and now tours Ontario almost exclusively with her band.  Bet Smith & The Currie Brothers have released two albums independently through the artist-run label, Pine Lake Records. They have enjoyed collaborating with treasured Canadian talent such as Johnny Fay  (The Tragically Hip), Miranda Mulholland (Great Lake Swimmers), Aaron Goldstein (Daniel Romano & The Trilliums and Lee Harvey Osmond), and Sascha Tukatsch (Platinum Blonde). The band’s successes have included main stage festival performances, national and international radio play, and the accolades of album reviewers in North America, the UK and Europe.    

Finding absurdity in every aspect of life, Bet’s up-tempo country songs are rich in tongue-in-cheek humor and wit, while her ballads are realistic and poignant portrayals of universal hardships. 

As an environmentalist and a woman working in fast and dirty trades, Bet also uses music as a tool for education and social change.  Bet’s most personal and political work is kept for the alternative-folk and indie-rock tunes performed with the Currie brothers. 

Amusing facts: Bet’s career as a welder led her from building inclined elevators on rugged Canadian hillsides, to working on the set for Drake’s Hotline Bling video.  Bet also spent three years living in a remote off-grid cabin on the west coast, where she grew veggies, bathed in a bucket and cooked on an open flame. 

Bet has a Fine Arts degree from York University in Toronto, Ontario, and a diploma in Art, Craft & Design from Kootenay School of the Arts in Nelson, British Columbia, where she studied Blacksmithing. 

Bet Smith & The Currie Brothers can seen and heard at www.betsmithandthecurriebrothers.com.

Bet Smith - Songwriter