Mirror, mirror on the saddle, hear my rhinestones rattle
Actin' up
Billy Bob Texas pickin' out new exes
Actin' up
If you really wanna want me, I'll be riding on my pony
Just a-singing "Mony Mony"
'Cause I'm-mm, I'm actin' up
Even Tiger Woods couldn't swing it this good
I'm actin' up
My McQueen Mustang, hundred dollars in the tank
Gas it up
I'm out in the Mojave, call me Ricky, call me Bobby
Call me hotter than wasabi
'Cause I'm-mm, I'm actin' up
I want a sunset ride, a velvet rodeo
A Colorado high, a California glow
I want to see the desert from a painted palomino
Senorita need to have a little fun
I'm actin' up
Mm, I'm actin' up
Looking for the lightning, when I find it then I rhyme it
Actin' up
Little lone star Elvis, gonna get a little selfish
Shackin' up
With my microphone money bought my own milk and honey
Got my own kind of country, kinda funky
Turn it up
I want a sunset ride, a velvet rodeo
A Colorado high, a California glow
I want to see the desert from a painted palomino
Senorita need to have a little fun
I'm actin' up
I got a heart on fire, boy, don't you want to hold it?
I'm a really good trip, don't you wanna go on it
I want a sunset ride, a velvet rodeo
A Colorado high, a California glow
I want to see the desert from a painted palomino
Senorita need to have a little fun
Mm, I'm actin' up
Mm, I'm actin' up
I'm actin' up
Mm, I'm actin' up
(Ooh, ooh)
Miranda Lambert - Palomino Album Lyrics
Miranda Lambert - Palomino Lyrics
Writer: Charles Dick, Jon Randall, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Scenes
I met a trucker named Dwayne south of the 10
Got a gin and juice at the Satellite Inn
I was gettin' loose, making new friends
Anything to forget about you
Then I moved on to the KOA
Met an old hippie named Katie with a K
Went skinny dipping in Havasu Lake
Anything to forget about you
Another Fleetwood dream
Another sunset scheme
Another turn a new leaf
Movin' right along to the next scene
Another motel room
Another crescent moon
Between me and you
Movin' right along to the next scene
I hit the badlands fast I was zig zag rollin'
High on a Harley didn't care where I was going
Said, "Call me the Queen of South Dakota"
Anything to forget about you
I took my time on the way down to Reno
Jumped in the back of a black El Camino
Won fun money at the Gold Casino
Anything to forget about you
Another Fleetwood dream
Another sunset scheme
Another turn a new leaf
Movin' right along to the next scene
Another motel room
Another crescent moon
Between me and you
Movin' right along to the next scene
Another Fleetwood dream
Another sunset scheme
Another turn a new leaf
Movin' right along to the next scene
Another motel room
Another crescent moon
Between me and you
Movin' right along to the next scene
Santa Monica coaster
Put me on a poster
That's all she wrote, sir
Movin' right along to the next scene
Got a gin and juice at the Satellite Inn
I was gettin' loose, making new friends
Anything to forget about you
Then I moved on to the KOA
Met an old hippie named Katie with a K
Went skinny dipping in Havasu Lake
Anything to forget about you
Another Fleetwood dream
Another sunset scheme
Another turn a new leaf
Movin' right along to the next scene
Another motel room
Another crescent moon
Between me and you
Movin' right along to the next scene
I hit the badlands fast I was zig zag rollin'
High on a Harley didn't care where I was going
Said, "Call me the Queen of South Dakota"
Anything to forget about you
I took my time on the way down to Reno
Jumped in the back of a black El Camino
Won fun money at the Gold Casino
Anything to forget about you
Another Fleetwood dream
Another sunset scheme
Another turn a new leaf
Movin' right along to the next scene
Another motel room
Another crescent moon
Between me and you
Movin' right along to the next scene
Another Fleetwood dream
Another sunset scheme
Another turn a new leaf
Movin' right along to the next scene
Another motel room
Another crescent moon
Between me and you
Movin' right along to the next scene
Santa Monica coaster
Put me on a poster
That's all she wrote, sir
Movin' right along to the next scene
Writer: Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Nicole Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
In His Arms
I've seen El Paso when the sky was on fire
Lost a night in Juarez a couple of times
Danced with a cowboy on a straight tequila high
And I wish I was in his arms tonight
I've been a rolling stone, a tumbleweed
Looking for the right one to come find me
But the wrong one always sets me free
And I wish I was in his arms tonight
Is he playing in some house band in Dallas?
Is he breaking horses in San Antone?
Is he all alone in the neon light?
I wish I was in his arms tonight
(Ooh)
Is he praying for rain out in West Texas?
Is he lost in the Marfa lights?
Is he out there looking for me?
Wishing I was in his arms tonight
I wish I was in his arms tonight
(Ooh)
Lost a night in Juarez a couple of times
Danced with a cowboy on a straight tequila high
And I wish I was in his arms tonight
I've been a rolling stone, a tumbleweed
Looking for the right one to come find me
But the wrong one always sets me free
And I wish I was in his arms tonight
Is he playing in some house band in Dallas?
Is he breaking horses in San Antone?
Is he all alone in the neon light?
I wish I was in his arms tonight
(Ooh)
Is he praying for rain out in West Texas?
Is he lost in the Marfa lights?
Is he out there looking for me?
Wishing I was in his arms tonight
I wish I was in his arms tonight
(Ooh)
Writer: Jack Ingram, Jon Randall, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Geraldene
Mm, I could see you coming all the way from Amarillo
Truck stop red lips pullin' on some nicotine
Shining like the spokes on a brand new El Dorado
You're trailer park pretty, but you're never gonna be Jolene
Geraldene, Geraldene
Why you gotta be so mean
Don't make me cause a scene now, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
You get 'em all on their knees
But you can't take a man from me
Now, Geraldene
If I was a man I'd make you my Dallas Alice
I'd put a leftover pawn shop ring on your left hand
You're never gonna be the backstage babe at the Crystal Palace
You're too late baby, I'm the only bitch in the band
Geraldene, Geraldene
Why you got to be so mean
Don't make me cause a scene now, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
You got 'em all on their knees
But you can't take a man from me
Now, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
Why you got to be so mean
Don't make me cause a scene now, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
You got 'em all on their knees
But you can't take a man from me
Now, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
Truck stop red lips pullin' on some nicotine
Shining like the spokes on a brand new El Dorado
You're trailer park pretty, but you're never gonna be Jolene
Geraldene, Geraldene
Why you gotta be so mean
Don't make me cause a scene now, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
You get 'em all on their knees
But you can't take a man from me
Now, Geraldene
If I was a man I'd make you my Dallas Alice
I'd put a leftover pawn shop ring on your left hand
You're never gonna be the backstage babe at the Crystal Palace
You're too late baby, I'm the only bitch in the band
Geraldene, Geraldene
Why you got to be so mean
Don't make me cause a scene now, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
You got 'em all on their knees
But you can't take a man from me
Now, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
Why you got to be so mean
Don't make me cause a scene now, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
You got 'em all on their knees
But you can't take a man from me
Now, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
Geraldene, Geraldene
Writer: Jack Ingram, Jon Randall, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Tourist
(Two, three, go)
I'm sunny side and over easy
Hundred miles from Alameda
Stopping by and taking in the view
Just pickin' up a souvenir
Swap a story, share a beer
Feel the itch that makes me wanna move
'Cause there's always been a stranger in my soul
Who loves a good goodbye and a good hello
I'm just a tourist
I don't know where I belong
It might sound foolish
Yeah, but nowhere feels like home
So I roam from town to town
Taking snapshots of the world
And I laugh away the lonely
And give a local bar a whirl
And I wanna see it all so I keep movin'
I'm just a tourist
I'm a guitar case and a denim jacket
If I don't need it I don't pack it
Mama always told me travel light
I'm better on the interstate
I'll hitch a ride or take a train
Always one more postcard I can write
I guess Hohenwald is my hometown for now
I'll sit a spell but I won't hang around
'Cause I'm just a tourist
I don't know where I belong
It might sound foolish
Yeah, but nowhere feels like home
So I roam from town to town
Taking snapshots of the world
And I laugh away the lonely
And give a local bar a whirl
And I wanna see it all so I keep movin'
I'm just a tourist
I'll take a couple memories but I won't stay behind
I'll never be a number on a population sign
'Cause I'm just a tourist
I don't know where I belong
It might sound foolish
Yeah, but nowhere feels like home
So I roam from town to town
Taking snapshots of the world
And I laugh away the lonely
And give a local bar a whirl
And I wanna see it all so I keep movin'
I'm just a tourist
I'm just a tourist
Mighty nice to meet ya
See you when I see ya
Mm mm mm
Mm mm mm
I'm sunny side and over easy
Hundred miles from Alameda
Stopping by and taking in the view
Just pickin' up a souvenir
Swap a story, share a beer
Feel the itch that makes me wanna move
'Cause there's always been a stranger in my soul
Who loves a good goodbye and a good hello
I'm just a tourist
I don't know where I belong
It might sound foolish
Yeah, but nowhere feels like home
So I roam from town to town
Taking snapshots of the world
And I laugh away the lonely
And give a local bar a whirl
And I wanna see it all so I keep movin'
I'm just a tourist
I'm a guitar case and a denim jacket
If I don't need it I don't pack it
Mama always told me travel light
I'm better on the interstate
I'll hitch a ride or take a train
Always one more postcard I can write
I guess Hohenwald is my hometown for now
I'll sit a spell but I won't hang around
'Cause I'm just a tourist
I don't know where I belong
It might sound foolish
Yeah, but nowhere feels like home
So I roam from town to town
Taking snapshots of the world
And I laugh away the lonely
And give a local bar a whirl
And I wanna see it all so I keep movin'
I'm just a tourist
I'll take a couple memories but I won't stay behind
I'll never be a number on a population sign
'Cause I'm just a tourist
I don't know where I belong
It might sound foolish
Yeah, but nowhere feels like home
So I roam from town to town
Taking snapshots of the world
And I laugh away the lonely
And give a local bar a whirl
And I wanna see it all so I keep movin'
I'm just a tourist
I'm just a tourist
Mighty nice to meet ya
See you when I see ya
Mm mm mm
Mm mm mm
Writer: Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Music City Queen
She was the Belle of Biloxi back in her day
Shreveport sailing all the way to the bank
She was fish net fancy for a buffet line
Had the same red carpet since '79
And she was ha-ha staying alive
Rolling down the river on the Music City Queen
Cumberland water, yeah life is but a dream
Show boat baby, gonna make a little green
Rolling down the river on a Music City Queen
Rolling down the river
Yeah, we're rolling down the river
Terry kinda thinks he's Jerry Lee Lewis
Plays "Great Balls of Fire" like there ain't nothing to it
Tina never quite had a Hollywood body
But she makes a damn good look-alike Dolly (woo, Dolly)
Working 9 to 5
But 'round about 10:30 (10:30)
All the jokes
They get dirty (that's dirty)
And the waitress
She gets flirty (you're flirty)
In the right light
She kinda purty
Everybody just
Rolling down the river on the Music City Queen
Cumberland water, yeah life is but a dream
Show boat baby, gonna make a little green
Rolling down the river on a Music City Queen
Music City Queen
If your heyday is faded
You can still be a star
Get to boozin' and cruisin'
Maritime is a charm
Didn't make it in Vegas
If the magic is gone
If your flashy and trashy
Come on and get on
Get on
And we're rolling down the river on the Music City Queen
Cumberland water, yeah life is but a dream (we're rollin' on)
She's a show boat baby, no it ain't high seas
Rolling down the river on a Music City Queen
Get on
She's a show boat baby
And we're rolling down the river
A rockin' river lady
Yeah, we're rolling down the river
It's a dream
Yeah, we're rolling down the river
Come on, get on
(Ooh whoa, ooh whoa)
(Yeah)
(Ooh whoa, ooh whoa)
(Ooh whoa, ooh whoa)
(Ooh whoa, ooh whoa)
Shreveport sailing all the way to the bank
She was fish net fancy for a buffet line
Had the same red carpet since '79
And she was ha-ha staying alive
Rolling down the river on the Music City Queen
Cumberland water, yeah life is but a dream
Show boat baby, gonna make a little green
Rolling down the river on a Music City Queen
Rolling down the river
Yeah, we're rolling down the river
Terry kinda thinks he's Jerry Lee Lewis
Plays "Great Balls of Fire" like there ain't nothing to it
Tina never quite had a Hollywood body
But she makes a damn good look-alike Dolly (woo, Dolly)
Working 9 to 5
But 'round about 10:30 (10:30)
All the jokes
They get dirty (that's dirty)
And the waitress
She gets flirty (you're flirty)
In the right light
She kinda purty
Everybody just
Rolling down the river on the Music City Queen
Cumberland water, yeah life is but a dream
Show boat baby, gonna make a little green
Rolling down the river on a Music City Queen
Music City Queen
If your heyday is faded
You can still be a star
Get to boozin' and cruisin'
Maritime is a charm
Didn't make it in Vegas
If the magic is gone
If your flashy and trashy
Come on and get on
Get on
And we're rolling down the river on the Music City Queen
Cumberland water, yeah life is but a dream (we're rollin' on)
She's a show boat baby, no it ain't high seas
Rolling down the river on a Music City Queen
Get on
She's a show boat baby
And we're rolling down the river
A rockin' river lady
Yeah, we're rolling down the river
It's a dream
Yeah, we're rolling down the river
Come on, get on
(Ooh whoa, ooh whoa)
(Yeah)
(Ooh whoa, ooh whoa)
(Ooh whoa, ooh whoa)
(Ooh whoa, ooh whoa)
Writer: Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Nicole Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Strange
A one, two
Coyotes on my left and wolves on my right
Sun keeps shining in the middle of the night
Urban feels suburban, Main Street ain't Main, yeah
And times like these make me feel strange
A Lincoln came and a Jefferson went
Money on a Maytag and the thing won't spin
Couple hundred dollars feels more like change, yeah
And times like these make me feel strange
Have a smoke, buy a round
Get on a jetliner goin' anywhere-bound
Pick a string, sing the blues
Dance a hole in your shoes
Do anything to keep you sane
'Cause times like these make me feel strange
Times like these make me feel strange
Country don't twang, rock 'n' roll ain't loud
Every elevator only ever goes down
Everybody's lookin' for a little cheap fame, yeah
And times like these make me feel strange
Have a smoke, buy a round
Get on a jetliner goin' anywhere-bound
Pick a string, sing the blues
Dance a hole in your shoes
Do anything to keep you sane
'Cause times like these make me feel strange
Times like these make me feel strange
Have a smoke, buy a round
Get on a jetliner goin' anywhere-bound
Pick a string, sing the blues
Dance a hole in your shoes
Do anything to keep you sane
If Monday didn't bring you a grin, that's alright
Pour you up a little something, 'cause tomorrow might
Play a guitar as you're rolling away
Singin', times like these make me feel strange
Times like these make me feel strange
Ain't it strange?
Ain't it strange?
Coyotes on my left and wolves on my right
Sun keeps shining in the middle of the night
Urban feels suburban, Main Street ain't Main, yeah
And times like these make me feel strange
A Lincoln came and a Jefferson went
Money on a Maytag and the thing won't spin
Couple hundred dollars feels more like change, yeah
And times like these make me feel strange
Have a smoke, buy a round
Get on a jetliner goin' anywhere-bound
Pick a string, sing the blues
Dance a hole in your shoes
Do anything to keep you sane
'Cause times like these make me feel strange
Times like these make me feel strange
Country don't twang, rock 'n' roll ain't loud
Every elevator only ever goes down
Everybody's lookin' for a little cheap fame, yeah
And times like these make me feel strange
Have a smoke, buy a round
Get on a jetliner goin' anywhere-bound
Pick a string, sing the blues
Dance a hole in your shoes
Do anything to keep you sane
'Cause times like these make me feel strange
Times like these make me feel strange
Have a smoke, buy a round
Get on a jetliner goin' anywhere-bound
Pick a string, sing the blues
Dance a hole in your shoes
Do anything to keep you sane
If Monday didn't bring you a grin, that's alright
Pour you up a little something, 'cause tomorrow might
Play a guitar as you're rolling away
Singin', times like these make me feel strange
Times like these make me feel strange
Ain't it strange?
Ain't it strange?
Writer: Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Nicole Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Wandering Spirit
When all twelve of the Apostles try to ring me on the phone
Take a message but I won't return the call
For I have no eyes to see Him and I thought I lost my way
And I know I've lost the keys to the door
Mm mm mm, mm mm mm, mm mm mm
And I climbed the highest mountain and I looked down at the sea
And I saw a ship a-sailing to the shore
Took a passage to the East and then I journeyed to the West
And I made love from Battambang to Baltimore
And I said, "Oh, am I running in a race?"
I said, "Oh, am I getting anyplace?"
And I said, "Oh, can I make it?"
I'm a wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit, yeah (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
And I'm a restless soul
I was a glutton at the banquet and I spilt the finest wine
Trod the pyramids and ruins of Angkor
And I kissed the Mona Lisa and had breakfast with the king
And I touched the nerves of nature in the raw
And I said, "Oh (oh), am I running in a race?
I said, Oh (oh), am I getting anyplace?
And I said, Oh (oh), can I make it?
I'm a wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit, yeah (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit
And I've no place to call my own
(Ow)
I said, "Oh, am I running in a race?"
And I said, "Oh, am I getting anyplace?"
And I said, "Oh, can I make it?"
I can't make it
I'm a wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit, yeah (wandering spirit)
I'm a wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit, yeah (wandering spirit)
I'm a wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit, yeah (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Yeah, and I've no place to call my home
Take a message but I won't return the call
For I have no eyes to see Him and I thought I lost my way
And I know I've lost the keys to the door
Mm mm mm, mm mm mm, mm mm mm
And I climbed the highest mountain and I looked down at the sea
And I saw a ship a-sailing to the shore
Took a passage to the East and then I journeyed to the West
And I made love from Battambang to Baltimore
And I said, "Oh, am I running in a race?"
I said, "Oh, am I getting anyplace?"
And I said, "Oh, can I make it?"
I'm a wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit, yeah (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
And I'm a restless soul
I was a glutton at the banquet and I spilt the finest wine
Trod the pyramids and ruins of Angkor
And I kissed the Mona Lisa and had breakfast with the king
And I touched the nerves of nature in the raw
And I said, "Oh (oh), am I running in a race?
I said, Oh (oh), am I getting anyplace?
And I said, Oh (oh), can I make it?
I'm a wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit, yeah (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit
And I've no place to call my own
(Ow)
I said, "Oh, am I running in a race?"
And I said, "Oh, am I getting anyplace?"
And I said, "Oh, can I make it?"
I can't make it
I'm a wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit, yeah (wandering spirit)
I'm a wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit, yeah (wandering spirit)
I'm a wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit, yeah (wandering spirit)
Wandering spirit (wandering spirit)
Yeah, and I've no place to call my home
Writer: Jimmy Ripp, Michael Jagger
Copyright: Lyrics © Rocking Gorillas Music Ltda, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Rocking Gorillas Music Ltda, BMG Rights Management
Ill Be Lovin You
Every highway
Every stranger that I met
Well, I went my way
But I never really left
And when I'm lonely
And I'm needing something new
When I'm lost in the mazes and turning the phrases
And looking for something true
I'll be lovin' you
No matter where I roam
I'll be lovin' you
You're at the end of every road
When the stars are out at night
When the sky is crystal blue
I'll do the only thing I know to do
I'll be lovin' you
Ooh, I'll be lovin' you
Tried to find it
In the roses in the snow
Tried to climb it
In a Rocky Mountain low
I couldn't hide it
Like the bottle in my boot
When I'm deep in the dark and I look in my heart
And I'm looking for something true
I'll be lovin' you
No matter where I roam
I'll be lovin' you
You're at the end of every road
When the stars are out at night
When the sky is crystal blue
I'll do the only thing I know to do
I'll be lovin' you
Through the joy and the pain and the Mandolin Rain
And the nights with the man in the moon
You'll always belong at the end of my song
Even if I'm out of tune
I'll be lovin' you
No matter where I roam
I'll be lovin' you
You're at the end of every road
When the stars are out at night
When the sky is crystal blue
I'll do the only thing I know to do
I'll be lovin' you
Ooh, I'll be lovin' you
Ooh, I'll be lovin' you
Ooh, I'll be lovin' you
Every stranger that I met
Well, I went my way
But I never really left
And when I'm lonely
And I'm needing something new
When I'm lost in the mazes and turning the phrases
And looking for something true
I'll be lovin' you
No matter where I roam
I'll be lovin' you
You're at the end of every road
When the stars are out at night
When the sky is crystal blue
I'll do the only thing I know to do
I'll be lovin' you
Ooh, I'll be lovin' you
Tried to find it
In the roses in the snow
Tried to climb it
In a Rocky Mountain low
I couldn't hide it
Like the bottle in my boot
When I'm deep in the dark and I look in my heart
And I'm looking for something true
I'll be lovin' you
No matter where I roam
I'll be lovin' you
You're at the end of every road
When the stars are out at night
When the sky is crystal blue
I'll do the only thing I know to do
I'll be lovin' you
Through the joy and the pain and the Mandolin Rain
And the nights with the man in the moon
You'll always belong at the end of my song
Even if I'm out of tune
I'll be lovin' you
No matter where I roam
I'll be lovin' you
You're at the end of every road
When the stars are out at night
When the sky is crystal blue
I'll do the only thing I know to do
I'll be lovin' you
Ooh, I'll be lovin' you
Ooh, I'll be lovin' you
Ooh, I'll be lovin' you
Writer: Charles Dick, Jon Randall, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Thats What Makes the Jukebox Play
For the stranger drinking anger
On the rocks at the end of the bar
For the Carolines sipping their wine
Hoping this is where the good ones are
For the lovers making out in a corner booth
For the one over there, don't think I didn't notice you
That's what makes the jukebox play
When you live like neon
There's a song you can lean on
That's what makes the jukebox play
When the night won't end
'Cause it plays over and over and over again
For the belt buckle shiner
She's starting all the fires in her Levi jeans
For the one who doesn't come here anymore
'Cause he's getting over me
For the one stirring up her emotions
In the ice with her fingertips
She showed up with somebody
But that ain't who she's leaving with
That's what makes the jukebox play
When you live like neon
There's a song you can lean on
That's what makes the jukebox play
When the night won't end
'Cause it plays over and over and over again
For my old dive bar with the hand drawn heart
Hanging lonely on the bathroom door
For the old dance hall with the mirror ball
Throwing starlight on the floor
That's what makes the jukebox play
When you live like neon
There's a song you can lean on
That's what makes the jukebox play
When the night won't end
'Cause it plays over and over and over again (ooh)
It plays over and over and over
(Oh, oh yeah, ooh)
On the rocks at the end of the bar
For the Carolines sipping their wine
Hoping this is where the good ones are
For the lovers making out in a corner booth
For the one over there, don't think I didn't notice you
That's what makes the jukebox play
When you live like neon
There's a song you can lean on
That's what makes the jukebox play
When the night won't end
'Cause it plays over and over and over again
For the belt buckle shiner
She's starting all the fires in her Levi jeans
For the one who doesn't come here anymore
'Cause he's getting over me
For the one stirring up her emotions
In the ice with her fingertips
She showed up with somebody
But that ain't who she's leaving with
That's what makes the jukebox play
When you live like neon
There's a song you can lean on
That's what makes the jukebox play
When the night won't end
'Cause it plays over and over and over again
For my old dive bar with the hand drawn heart
Hanging lonely on the bathroom door
For the old dance hall with the mirror ball
Throwing starlight on the floor
That's what makes the jukebox play
When you live like neon
There's a song you can lean on
That's what makes the jukebox play
When the night won't end
'Cause it plays over and over and over again (ooh)
It plays over and over and over
(Oh, oh yeah, ooh)
Writer: Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Nicole Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Country Money
(Hey, you only wrote this for the money, didn't you?)
Connie Johnson got a farm in Wisconsin
And a diesel in the drive and her air horn's honking
Got a pocket full of Benji's and her new Luccheses
And the best beef in the cheese state, baby
Mm
Carol Jean, she's the chicken egg queen
Yeah, she started with a dozen, now she's living the dream
She's a bad mother clucker with a house on the hill
Rides her hens around town in a Coup de Ville
Making country money
Making that country money
Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees
Making that country money
Dripping like local honey
You can't tell by her britches, but she's one rich S.O.B
Mm, mm, mm
Carter Sisters got the good corn liquor
Get the one with the peaches, it'll get you there quicker
Guess their moonshine mama taught 'em the deal
'Cause there's gold dripping out of that still
They're making that country money
Making that country money
Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees
Making that country money
Dripping like local honey
You can't tell by her britches, but she's one rich S.O.B
Mm, mm, mm
Making it rain on the cornfield
Raking it in with the windmill
While the combine's kicking up nickels right out of the dirt
Making that country money
Making that country money
Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees
(Country money)
Spending that country money
Dripping like local honey
You can't tell by her britches, but she's one rich S.O.B
Mm (country money)
Mm (country money)
Mm (country money)
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Mm (money isn't everything), mm
Connie Johnson got a farm in Wisconsin
And a diesel in the drive and her air horn's honking
Got a pocket full of Benji's and her new Luccheses
And the best beef in the cheese state, baby
Mm
Carol Jean, she's the chicken egg queen
Yeah, she started with a dozen, now she's living the dream
She's a bad mother clucker with a house on the hill
Rides her hens around town in a Coup de Ville
Making country money
Making that country money
Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees
Making that country money
Dripping like local honey
You can't tell by her britches, but she's one rich S.O.B
Mm, mm, mm
Carter Sisters got the good corn liquor
Get the one with the peaches, it'll get you there quicker
Guess their moonshine mama taught 'em the deal
'Cause there's gold dripping out of that still
They're making that country money
Making that country money
Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees
Making that country money
Dripping like local honey
You can't tell by her britches, but she's one rich S.O.B
Mm, mm, mm
Making it rain on the cornfield
Raking it in with the windmill
While the combine's kicking up nickels right out of the dirt
Making that country money
Making that country money
Down in Cash Cow County where the bills really grow on trees
(Country money)
Spending that country money
Dripping like local honey
You can't tell by her britches, but she's one rich S.O.B
Mm (country money)
Mm (country money)
Mm (country money)
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
Mm (money isn't everything), mm
Writer: Aaron Raitiere, Mikey Reaves, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
If I Was a Cowboy
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Ridin' off in the sunset, blue eyes under my Stetson
A little lady on the front porch wishin' my heart would start settlin'
Big iron hips with the holsters
I'd be lookin' mighty fine on a poster
Wanted by the law, but the laws don't apply to me
If I was a cowboy, I'd be wild and free
Rollin' around these towns like tumbleweeds
I'd be a legend at lovin' and leavin'
Nippin' on a whiskey and numbin' up my feelings
You thought the West was wild, but you ain't saddled up with me
If I was a cowboy, I'd be the queen
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Sittin' pretty on the prairie, baby, I'm your huckleberry, let me hold ya
This six-gun sugar's got a hairpin trigger, like I told ya
And this dove never really gets lonesome
I never begged, never borrowed, but I stole some
Wanted by the law, but the laws don't apply to me, baby
If I was a cowboy, I'd be wild and free
Rollin' around these towns like tumbleweeds
I'd be a legend at lovin' and leavin'
Nippin' on a whiskey and numbin' up my feelings
You thought the West was wild, but you ain't saddled up with me
If I was a cowboy, I'd be the queen
So mamas, if your daughters grow up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To be cowboys, so what? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I was a cowboy, I'd be wild and free (oh, I'd be free)
Rollin' around these towns like tumbleweeds (tumblin' tumbleweeds)
I'd be a legend at lovin' and leavin'
Nippin' on a whiskey and numbin' up my feelings
You thought the West was wild, but you ain't saddled up with me (up with me)
If I was a cowboy, I'd be the queen, whoa
I'd be the queen
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Ridin' off in the sunset, blue eyes under my Stetson
A little lady on the front porch wishin' my heart would start settlin'
Big iron hips with the holsters
I'd be lookin' mighty fine on a poster
Wanted by the law, but the laws don't apply to me
If I was a cowboy, I'd be wild and free
Rollin' around these towns like tumbleweeds
I'd be a legend at lovin' and leavin'
Nippin' on a whiskey and numbin' up my feelings
You thought the West was wild, but you ain't saddled up with me
If I was a cowboy, I'd be the queen
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Sittin' pretty on the prairie, baby, I'm your huckleberry, let me hold ya
This six-gun sugar's got a hairpin trigger, like I told ya
And this dove never really gets lonesome
I never begged, never borrowed, but I stole some
Wanted by the law, but the laws don't apply to me, baby
If I was a cowboy, I'd be wild and free
Rollin' around these towns like tumbleweeds
I'd be a legend at lovin' and leavin'
Nippin' on a whiskey and numbin' up my feelings
You thought the West was wild, but you ain't saddled up with me
If I was a cowboy, I'd be the queen
So mamas, if your daughters grow up (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
To be cowboys, so what? (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
If I was a cowboy, I'd be wild and free (oh, I'd be free)
Rollin' around these towns like tumbleweeds (tumblin' tumbleweeds)
I'd be a legend at lovin' and leavin'
Nippin' on a whiskey and numbin' up my feelings
You thought the West was wild, but you ain't saddled up with me (up with me)
If I was a cowboy, I'd be the queen, whoa
I'd be the queen
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Oh-ooh, oh-ooh
Writer: Jesse Frasure, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Waxahachie
Nobody ever left New Orleans as mad as I was
I wrote a lipstick letter on the mirror with a bourbon buzz
You were right, it got about as bad as it gets
I'm not lookin' for a turnaround Tempo on the rubble strips
Waxahachie
Are you still on 35?
Are you still an all night drive
From Louisiana?
Waxahachie
I can be there by 4 A.M.
Lookin' for my long lost friend
That's what you've always been
Waxahachie
Ooh
Waxahachie
If I could just get down the road a beat
It won't be that hard
I can run from the demons like a devil in a speedin' car
I've got enough gasoline, memories and nicotine
Mm, freedom's overrated, guess I underestimated the truth
And you
Waxahachie
Are you still on 35?
Are you still an all night drive
From Louisiana?
Waxahachie
I can be there by 4 A.M.
Lookin' for my long lost friend
That's what you've always been
Waxahachie
Waxahachie
Are you still on 35?
Are you still an all night drive
From Louisiana?
Waxahachie
It's comin' on 4 A.M.
I want to be in your arms again
Just like I've always been
Waxahachie
Ooh
Waxahachie
I wrote a lipstick letter on the mirror with a bourbon buzz
You were right, it got about as bad as it gets
I'm not lookin' for a turnaround Tempo on the rubble strips
Waxahachie
Are you still on 35?
Are you still an all night drive
From Louisiana?
Waxahachie
I can be there by 4 A.M.
Lookin' for my long lost friend
That's what you've always been
Waxahachie
Ooh
Waxahachie
If I could just get down the road a beat
It won't be that hard
I can run from the demons like a devil in a speedin' car
I've got enough gasoline, memories and nicotine
Mm, freedom's overrated, guess I underestimated the truth
And you
Waxahachie
Are you still on 35?
Are you still an all night drive
From Louisiana?
Waxahachie
I can be there by 4 A.M.
Lookin' for my long lost friend
That's what you've always been
Waxahachie
Waxahachie
Are you still on 35?
Are you still an all night drive
From Louisiana?
Waxahachie
It's comin' on 4 A.M.
I want to be in your arms again
Just like I've always been
Waxahachie
Ooh
Waxahachie
Writer: Jack Ingram, Jon Randall, Miranda Lambert
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pursuit of Happiness
Took a heartbreak off the coast of Maine
Came up short and I tried again
Then New York stole the heart right off my sleeve
Fell asleep with a broken wheel
And something kept me rolling still
Both eyes closed waiting for the American dream
Yeah, I'm runnin' just as fast as my heart can
Some call me a fool and some just call it restlessness
But I keep on runnin'
Changing tires and changing plans
I call it my pursuit of happiness
Found a song in Carolina
Left a tip at every diner
Always running late on Eastern time
Put a hundred in the offering plate
And wondered if those pearly gates
Would open if I found the perfect rhyme
Yeah, I'm runnin' just as fast as my heart can
Some call me a fool and some just call it restlessness
But I keep on runnin'
Changing tires and changing plans
I call it my pursuit of happiness
It's a stranger, it's a dollar, it's my name on a big marquee
It's a million miles away, and it's right in front of me
Yeah, I keep on runnin' just as fast as my heart can
Some call me a fool and some just call it restlessness
But I keep on runnin' (keep on runnin')
Changing tires and changing plans
I call it my pursuit of happiness
Yeah, it's all just my pursuit of happiness
Came up short and I tried again
Then New York stole the heart right off my sleeve
Fell asleep with a broken wheel
And something kept me rolling still
Both eyes closed waiting for the American dream
Yeah, I'm runnin' just as fast as my heart can
Some call me a fool and some just call it restlessness
But I keep on runnin'
Changing tires and changing plans
I call it my pursuit of happiness
Found a song in Carolina
Left a tip at every diner
Always running late on Eastern time
Put a hundred in the offering plate
And wondered if those pearly gates
Would open if I found the perfect rhyme
Yeah, I'm runnin' just as fast as my heart can
Some call me a fool and some just call it restlessness
But I keep on runnin'
Changing tires and changing plans
I call it my pursuit of happiness
It's a stranger, it's a dollar, it's my name on a big marquee
It's a million miles away, and it's right in front of me
Yeah, I keep on runnin' just as fast as my heart can
Some call me a fool and some just call it restlessness
But I keep on runnin' (keep on runnin')
Changing tires and changing plans
I call it my pursuit of happiness
Yeah, it's all just my pursuit of happiness
Writer: Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Nicole Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Carousel
Pretty Elaina
My fair lady
She walked the high wire back in the 80's
Feathers and sequins
She shined like a chandelier
Hanging from the top tent rafters
'Til the spotlight disappeared
Harlan Giovanni
What a sight to see
The way he earned her trust was on a twenty foot trapeze
She fell so hard because he always let her fly
'Til he left her heart suspended
In a cotton candy sky
She still don't know why
Every show must end
Every circus leaves town
You don't know the magic's gone
Until the lights go down
Now she's back in Nacogdoches
And I hear she's doing well
She only misses Harlan when she hears a carousel
Pretty Elaina
Made herself a nest
Her sequins and her secrets
Buried in her cedar chest
No one around here knows about her other life
Johnny Davis went and made her a mama and a wife
And maybe that's alright
'Cause every show must end
Every circus leaves town
You don't know the magic's gone
Until the lights go down
Now she's back in Nacogdoches
And I hear she's doing well
She only misses Harlan when she hears a carousel
Smith County Fair
Mid September
She walks the midway
And smiles when she remembers
Every show must end
Every circus leaves town
I didn't know the magic left
'Til all the lights went down
Now I'm back in Nacogdoches
And I swear I'm doing well
I only miss my Harlan when I hear the carousel
I only miss my Harlan when I hear the carousel
My fair lady
She walked the high wire back in the 80's
Feathers and sequins
She shined like a chandelier
Hanging from the top tent rafters
'Til the spotlight disappeared
Harlan Giovanni
What a sight to see
The way he earned her trust was on a twenty foot trapeze
She fell so hard because he always let her fly
'Til he left her heart suspended
In a cotton candy sky
She still don't know why
Every show must end
Every circus leaves town
You don't know the magic's gone
Until the lights go down
Now she's back in Nacogdoches
And I hear she's doing well
She only misses Harlan when she hears a carousel
Pretty Elaina
Made herself a nest
Her sequins and her secrets
Buried in her cedar chest
No one around here knows about her other life
Johnny Davis went and made her a mama and a wife
And maybe that's alright
'Cause every show must end
Every circus leaves town
You don't know the magic's gone
Until the lights go down
Now she's back in Nacogdoches
And I hear she's doing well
She only misses Harlan when she hears a carousel
Smith County Fair
Mid September
She walks the midway
And smiles when she remembers
Every show must end
Every circus leaves town
I didn't know the magic left
'Til all the lights went down
Now I'm back in Nacogdoches
And I swear I'm doing well
I only miss my Harlan when I hear the carousel
I only miss my Harlan when I hear the carousel
Writer: Luke Dick, Miranda Lambert, Natalie Nicole Hemby
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © CTM Outlander Music LC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Palomino is the ninth studio album by American country music singer Miranda Lambert, released through Vanner Records and RCA Records Nashville on April 29, 2022. It is her eighth solo studio album. Lambert produced the album alongside Luke Dick and Jon Randall and co-wrote 14 of the 15 tracks. It was preceded by the single "If I Was a Cowboy". This is her last album with Sony Music Nashville.
The album was nominated for the Country Music Association Award for Album of the Year.
Performed By:
Miranda LambertThe album was nominated for the Country Music Association Award for Album of the Year.
Genre(s): Country
Producer(s): Miranda Lambert, Luke Dick, Jon Randall, Mikey Reaves
Length: 50:27
Released: April 29th, 2022
Year: 2022