Turnpike Troubadours - The Turnpike Troubadours Album Lyrics

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The Bird Hunters

The covey took wing
Shotguns a singing
A pointing dog down in the old logging road

Danny got three
And looked back a grinning
I fumbled around and I tried to reload

The country was cold
With the sun westward sinking
It's good to be back in this place

With my hands around
A Belgian made Browning
My mind on the lines of her face

Well now Danny's my buddy
We grew up like family
Hunted this timber before we could drive

The old English pointer
He once belonged to me
But I gave him up when I moved in '05

Off to the girl
Off to the city
Off on a wing and a chance

Hell I thought it'd play out
Just like some story
We fell in love at a rodeo dance

She said go on back to Cherokee County
Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb
Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home

Dan says, "Look at old Jim
A dozen Decembers
Behind him no worse for the wear

And your time spent in Tulsa
Did not help your shooting
And look at the gray in your hair

How good does it feel?
You belong in these hills
It's best that you let it all end

If you'd have married that girl
You'd have married her family
You dodged a bullet my friend"

She said go on back to Cherokee County
Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb
Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home

I was beginning
To deal with it ending
The old dog had pointed while part of me died

And a flutter of feathers
Then a shotgun to shoulder
I thought of the Fourth of July
She'll be home on the Fourth of July
I bet we'll dance on the Fourth of July

Dan says, "Hell of a shot
Looks like you've still got it
That's what we came here to do

It's light enough still
At the foot of the hill
We could kick up a single or two"

She said go on back to Cherokee County
Won't you crawl back with nothing but a razor and a comb
Babe, if you need me, I'll be where you found me
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home
Go on to hell, honey, I'm headed home

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The Mercury

Lorrie laughs like she just don't care
Got a red bandana and raven hair
Sitting in the corner at The Mercury
Cowboy killers in a plain white tee

And back before the glasses and the sleeve tattoos
She's just another small town kid
Sure she's gotta couple problems now
But she doesn't try to keep 'em hid

Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight
Alright, alright
The kind of thing you never see before midnight
Girl, I know you're gonna wreck this town
Won't tell me where to be when the walls start falling

Well I've never seen Jimmy in that old Corvette
He looks like hell but he ain't dead yet
Rough around the edges but his clothes are clean
Hayseed dressed up like James Dean

And any way I play it well I can't get him to say it
But I think that him and Lorrie were a thing
Well come now that I think about it
He don't say much of anything

Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight
Alright, alright
The kind of thing you never see before midnight
Girl, I know you're gonna wreck this town
Won't tell me where to be when the walls start falling

Well, it's 1 AM and wild and loud
Like sittin' in the middle of a funnel cloud
A five-spot for a shot and a beer
Now do you wonder how we wound up here

I tell you friend that every now and then
It's like a money game of cut throat pool
Lorrie's talking just a little too sweet to me
Jimmy's in the next bar stool

Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight
Alright, alright
The kind of thing you never see before midnight

Well it's throwback punks and daytime drunks
And PBR's and stouts
Lorrie's over by the jukebox now
Dancing to the "Twist and Shout"
And Jimmy's storming out the front door
Lord you'd think someone had died
I ain't going anywhere at all
Now I'm about to hit my stride

Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight
Alright, alright
The kind of thing you never see before midnight
Girl I know you're gonna wreck this town
Won't you tell me where to be when the walls start falling
Girl I know you're gonna wreck this town
Won't you tell me where to be when the walls start falling
Girl I know you're gonna wreck this town
Won't you tell me where to be when the walls start falling
Girl I know you're gonna wreck this town
Won't you tell me where to be when the walls start falling down

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Down Here

Hey there buddy, why the old long face
Get to lookin like you lost the race
Get to lookin like you didn't place at all

Well I heard you've been runnin' with a wilder cast
Playin' hard and livin' fast
And for a while you had a blast, you were feeling 10 feet tall

You're gonna be alright, you'll be fine
You can have a nickel outta my last dime
The moon is bright and you're alright down here

Your intentions good and well
Pave a little on the road to hell
Flew a little high and fell, you were smilin all the while

Well you tried so bad just to be good
Hold your cards and you knock on wood
A little harder than anyone should, but hey that's just your style

You're gonna be alright, you'll be fine
You can have a nickel outta my last dime
The moon is bright and you're alright down here

Awe you shot the moon and you wound up set
Ain't I taught you how to hedge a bet
Hate to say it but it's what you get, right hooked to the jaw

We all still think you're great
I'm gonna have to shoot you straight
You go to fishin' or you cut some bait, take a hammer to the wall

You'll be alright, you'll be fine
You can have a nickel outta my last dime
The moon is bright and you're alright down here

You gonna be alright, you'll be fine
You can have a nickel outta my last dime
Don't go wastin' too much time down here

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Time Of Day

Hillbilly girl just as sweet as wine
Grew up in a thicket like a muskadine
Said you'd get a little touch of that holy ghost
See a catfish head on a corner post

Well I make my hay in the sunshine honey
Ain't nothin' like you ever come my way
Well I give you every bit of my spending money
Give me just a minute of your time of day

Well I never go and fall in love too quick, never have and never will now
Well that's the kinda liquor that'll make a man sick
You try to fool me into thinking that you're so refined
But you're the kind of liquor to make a man go stone blind

Well I make my hay in the sunshine honey
Ain't nothin' like you ever come my way
Well I give you every bit of my spending money
Give me just a minute of your time of day

Got a head full of whiskey
You know I gotta belly full of crow
But if you're coming with me
Little mama better let me know

I make my hay in the sunshine honey
Ain't nothin' like you ever come my way
Well I give you every bit of my spending money
Give me just a minute of your time
Give me just a minute of your time now, mama

Well I make my hay in the sunshine honey
Ain't nothin' like you ever come my way
Well I give you every bit of my spending money
Give me just a minute of your time of day

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Ringing In The Year

I thought it better not to talk about the letter that you sent
It was no one else's business, it was barely even mine
And the situation went the way the situation went
We shook that shit off of our shoes a hundred thousand times

Well won't you miss your whiskey in the wintertime, my dear
The way that I've been missing you this fall
And cheap champagne don't dull the pain of ringing in the year
Wondering if you think of me at all

Well the fool I loved in Kansas was the fool I loved the best
You were fool enough to fall in love with me
We were two tornadoes touching down out in the old Midwest
And we did our best at dodging the debris

Well won't you miss your whiskey in the wintertime, my dear
The way that I've been missing you this fall
And cheap champagne don't dull the pain of ringing in the year
Wondering if you think of me at all

With a little more resolve I might be somewhere else with you
But I make no resolution of the kind
So I guess it's just God blessing you did all that you could do
Let all acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind
To roman candles cut across a January sky

Well won't you miss your whiskey in the wintertime, my dear
The way that I've been missing you this fall
And cheap champagne don't dull the pain of ringing in the year
Wondering if you think of me at all
Well I still wonder about you sometimes, you know

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A Little Song

Well I've got a little tune that I could hum to turn back time
Back to all our better days and nights
Well now what a fool to figure that forever you'd be mine
Well I wrote a little rhyme to make it right

And I found a pretty way to say
That I can't throw it all away
A little song to make you stay

Well I've been looking backward now until I've damn near gone blind
Searching for a pretty sight to see
Finding out the only thing I'm needing now to find
Is finally standing right in front of me

And I think I stole a melody
To stop you now from leaving me
A little song to make you see

Well you could kill the engine and just cool it for awhile
And I could do my best just to keep it light
And maybe for a moment you'll remember how to smile
Maybe we're fogetting how to fight

Well you don't want me anymore
Just wait until I count to four
And you're tapping on the hardwood floor
And I'll sing it for you til I'm blue
For any good that it could do
A little song to pull us through

Well I've got a little tune that I could hum to turn back time
Back to all our better days and nights
Well what fool to figure that forever you'd be mine
Well I wrote a little rhyme to make it right

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Long Drive Home

I guess what I'll miss, the most will be the mornings
The squeak of a hardwood floor as you start out your day
And I've loved you darling from across your kitchen table
And I've loved you darling from a thousand miles away

Oh and I'm still standing here and I've got reasonable fears
All the houses I've built came crashing down around my ears

And we got a long drive home
We got a long drive home
We got a long drive home
And I'm damned if I do
And I'm damned if you don't

If home is what you're lookin for, won't you find another business?
If lovin' songs ain't in your cards, won't you find another game?
Well I'm still here searchin' for the things that I've been missin'
Livin' with these lowdown fools and all our stupid shame

Oh and I still dwell and set on all the things that I regret
You still can't forgive the times that I wish I could forget

We got a long drive home
We got a long drive home
We got a long drive home
And I'm damned if I do
And I'm damned if you don't

Well people anymore, they got no stayin' power
I love you come by easy, it'll leave you just the same
You want somethin bad, you gotta bleed a little for it
You gotta look it in the eye, you gotta call it out by name

Oh and lovers they march by, but they ain't like you and I
They all wanna be Hank Williams, they don't wanna have to die

And we got a long drive home
We got a long drive home
We got a long drive home
And I'm damned if I do
And I'm damned if you don't

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Easton & Main

Well I left my heart in Tulsa
On the corner of Easton and Main
On the Cain's Ballroom floor
Soaking up a bourbon stain
Now I'm going back to see her
Just as soon as I can
And I left my heart in Tulsa
On the corner of Easton and Main

Well we drove up to the city
On an autumn Saturday night
Ah and damn that girl looks pretty
In the artificial moon light
And I swore she looked right at me
Like we were meant to be
What's a girl like that gonna wanna have to do
With a country boy like me

Well I left my heart in Tulsa
On the corner of Easton and Main
On the Cain's Ballroom floor
Soaking up cheap champagne
And I'm going back to see her
Just as soon as I can
And I left my heart in Tulsa
On the corner of Easton and Main

Now I'm back down on a farm
Dreaming 'bout those big city lights
Wakin' up at dawn
Workin' 'till it's night
But I'm savin' up my money
And this time I'll make her see
What a girl like that just might want
With a country boy like me

Well I left my heart in Tulsa
On the corner of Easton and Main
On the Cain's Ballroom floor
Soaking up a bourbon stain
Well I'm going back to see her
Just as soon as I can
Now I left my heart in Tulsa
On the corner of Easton and Main

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7 Oaks

Well that banker
He keeps calling
Telling us our mortgage is overdue
Gonna plow up the fields
Gonna burn down the house
And the banker he can have it when I'm through

There ain't no silver left in these pockets
There ain't no cornbread, Lord there ain't no wine
That train don't stop around here anymore
It done moved on down the line

Well the tax man
He said old Uncle Sam
Gotta get his share of the rake
He can come around here
He can look for himself
There ain't nothing left he can take

There ain't no silver left in these pockets
There ain't no cornbread, Lord there ain't no wine
That train don't stop around here anymore
It done moved on down the line

I'm gonna go back to Grandaddy's farm
On Cherokee allotted land
It ain't ever been owned by no one but him
Won't be taxed by no other man

There ain't no silver left in these pockets
And here ain't no cornbread and there ain't no wine
That train don't stop around here anymore
It done moved on down the line
I said that train don't stop around here anymore
It done moved on down the line

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Doreen

When I first met Doreen
She was barely seventeen
She was drinking whiskey sours in the bar

And the way she tossed 'em back
I would've had a heart attack
Oh but as it is I let her drive my car

We galloped through the boroughs
Like a pair of horny thoroughbreds
Until I said, "Stop the car, Doreen"

Well, you can roll your eyes and nod
But I swear that I saw God in the moonlight
On a side street in the wreckage we call Queens

Doreen, Doreen
Last night I had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen

Well, I'm pulling into Cleveland
In a seven-seater tour van
There's eight of us, so I'm sleeping on the floor

And the guy who plays the banjo
Keeps on handing me the old crow
Which multiplies my sorrow, I can't take it anymore

Doreen, Doreen
Last night I had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen

Now I'm begging and I'm pleading
"Please pull over guys, I'm bleeding
There's a Fina off the highway with a phone"

And I'm calling you, Doreen
But the phone, it rings and rings
Where is it that you are, if you aren't in our bed at home

Doreen, Doreen
Last night I had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen

Doreen
Last night I had an awful dream
You were laying in the arms of a man I'd never seen
Come clean, Doreen
Come clean, Doreen
I'm coming clean, Doreen
I'm coming clean, Doreen
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

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Fall Out Of Love

How do you fall out of love
Well how could you lose such a thing
You try and hang on to what's already gone
Now how does a person just change
Well how do you fall out of love

Why did it wind up so bad
Were the good times all that we had
We laughed and we loved but when push came to shove
Why did it end up so sad
How did we fall out of love

Well you bet your heart on a diamond
And I played the clubs in spades
We gambled and lost, guess we both paid the cost
Look what a mess I have made
Well how did we fall out of love

Now how do you know when it's over
Well how do you know when to run
For cryin' out loud, I was bound to walk out
How do you know when it's done

And how do you fall out of love
Well how could you lose such a thing
You try and hang on to what's already gone
But how does a person just change
Well how do you fall out of love

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Bossier City

Well Robbie's got a brand new girlfriend
She's got a script for pills
These here man they're the good ones
Counting those ten dollar bills

What Mama don't know won't hurt her
That's what he'd always say
He's going down to Bossier City
He's gonna drink his cares away

Robbie's got a thousand dollars
That's more than the saw mills paying
Lucy she's at her mamas
But he'll lose it all today

He's got a thousand dollars
That's just some gasoline
You know that boy well he can gamble
Like you ain't never seen

What Mama don't know won't hurt her
That's what he'd always say
He's going down to Bossier City
He's gonna drink his cares away

He's pulling down on that lever
Like he's got cash to burn
Barely too proud to beg
I guess that boy will never learn

He's driving back home on Sunday
Praying he don't get killed
You know that Lucy's kinda crazy
When she ain't got her pills

What Mama don't know won't hurt her
That's what he'd always say
He's going down to Bossier City
He's gonna drink his cares away

What Mama don't know won't hurt her
That's what he'd always say
He's going down to Bossier City
He's gonna drink his cares away

What Mama don't know won't hurt her
That's what he'd always say
He's going down to Bossier City
He's gonna drink his cares away