The only two things
in life that make it worth livin'
is guitars that tune
good and firm feelin' women.
I don't need my name
in the marquee lights;
I got my song and
I got you with me tonight.
Maybe it's time we
got back to the basics of love.
Let's go to Luckenbach,
Texas, with Waylon and Willie and the boys.
This successful life
we're livin' got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys.
Between Hank William's
pain songs and Newberry's train songs and
"Blue Eyes Cryin'
in the Rain,"
Out in Luckenbach,
Texas, ain't nobody feelin' no pain.
So, baby, let's sell
your diamond ring, buy some boots and faded jeans and
go away.
This coat and tie
is chokin' me; In your high so-ci-e-ty you cry all day.
We've been so busy
keepin' up with the Jones' four car garage, and we're
still buildin' on,
maybe it's time, we
got back to the basics of love.
Mamma's
Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys
Mamma's don't let
your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick
guitars and drive them old trucks.
Make 'em be doctors
and lawyers and such.
Mamma's don't let
your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cause they'll never
stay home, and they're always alone,
Even with someone
they love.
A cowboy ain't easy
to love and he's harder to hold.
And it means more
to him to give you a song than silver or gold.
Budweiser buckles
and soft faded Levis and each night begins a new day.
If you can't understand
him and he don't die young,
He'll probably just
ride away.
A cowboy loves smoky
ole pool rooms and clear mountain mornings.
Little warm puppies
and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know
him won't like him
and them that do sometimes
won't know how to take him.
He's not wrong, he's
just dif-f'rent and his pride won't let him
do things to make
you think he's right.
Red
River Valley
From this valley they
say you are going
I shall miss your
sweet face and your smile
Just because you are
weary and tired
You are changing your
range for awhile
I've been thinking
a long time, my darling
Of the sweet words
you never would say
Now alas must my fond
hopes all vanish?
For they say you are
going away
Then come sit here
awhile 'ere you leave us
Do not hasten to bid
us adieu
Just remember the
Red River Valley
And the Cowboy who
loved you so true
Wabash
Cannonball
From the great Atlantic
Ocean, to the wide Pacific shore
She climbs the flowery
mountains, o're the hills and by the shores
She's mighty tall
and handsome, she's known quite will by all
She's a regular combination,
on the Wabash Canonball
[CHORUS]
Listen to the jingle,
the tumble and the roar,
As she glides along
the woodland, O're the hills and by the shore,
Hear the mighty rush
of engine, hear the lonesome hobo's call,
Travelin' thru the
Jungle, on the Wabash Canonball
As she come down from
Birmingham, that cold December day
As she pulled into
the station, you could hear all the people say
She's from Tennessee,
she's long and she's tall
She came down from
Birmingham, on the Wabash Canonball
[to chorus]
Here's to Daddy Klaxton,
may his name forever stand,
He'll always be remembered,
in the courts throughout the land,
His earthly years
are over, the curtains round him fall,
They'll carry him
home to Dixie, on the Wabash Canonball
[to chorus]
Your
Cheatin' Heart
Your Cheatin' Heart,
will make you weep
You'll cry and cry,
and try to sleep
But sleep won't come,
the whole night through,
Your Cheatin' Heart,
will tell on you
When tears come down,
like fallin' rain
You'll toss around,
and call my name,
You'll walk the floor,
the way I do,
Your Cheatin' Heart,
will tell on you.
Your Cheatin' Heart,
will pine some day
And crave the love,
you threw away
The time will come,
when you'll be blue,
Your Cheatin' Heart,
will tell on you
When tears come down,
like fallin' rain
You'll toss around,
and call my name,
You'll walk the floor,
the way I do,
Your Cheatin' Heart,
will tell on you.
Texas Song
Lyrics 
