Тексты песен «James Mcmurtry»

The air raid siren at the high school blew Every weekday, twelve o'clock noon Dinner time, people as if we didn't know I guess the city fathers liked to hear that thing blow The boys were chasing the city truck,...

Turned off the tv sat down to dinner phone rang, we were saying grace grand ma died left us sixty acres the last of the old home place sixty acres up on the cap rock what am I supposed to do with that uncle Claude got...

Where have been? I don't want to know Probably some place I wouldn't want to go Who were you with? What did you see? Whatcha talk about? Whatcha say about me? Where have you been? I won't let it drop What were you...

Where'd you go last night? I never heard you leaving I woke up in such a fright When I could no longer feel you breathing And I could smell the rain from the storm blowing in And I looked outside where your car should...

I've got it all to myself now Crack the window just a hair Dark and close, the way I like it Black tobacco chokes the air I keep to myself, I lack the language I measure out my life with coffee grounds The trees are the...

Aunt Clara kept her Bible Right next to the phone in case she needed a quote While she talked to someone In my memory she smiles While the blessing is said And visions of freeze tag dance in my head She says I'll grow...

Strap them kids in Give 'em a Little bit of vodka In a Cherry coke We're goin to Oklahoma To the Family reunion For the First time in years It's up at Uncle Slaton's Cuz he's gettin on in years You...

My thoughts were gnawing at me so I tried hard not to think I took a pint of whiskey and I poured it down the sink I'd get my act together, I swore it to myself I looked up at your picture and I knocked it off the shelf...

He was a drinking man with a guitar problem Didn't have a dollar to his name He didn't seem to mind it all that often He mostly took whatever came And if it came too late or it came to nothing He'd swear beneath his...

Last time I saw you it could've been Christmas eve it could've been someone's birthday it could've been make believe for all I know it could've been make believelast time I saw you you had the room upstairs I never knew...

I got a room with a Freeway view I'm only home at night I ain't ever coming back to you Or then again I might Then again I might get lonely Then again I might not know my mind I got a job on a survey crew Pays enough...

The in-laws are waiting the games have begun The cell phone keeps ringing 'don't answer it hon' The whole thing's arranged just to aggravate Dad And it's amateur day on the old super slab The kids are strapped down like...

The hurricane party's windin' down And we're all waitin' for the end And I don't want another drink I only want that last one again He gave me such a fine glow, smokin' slow Now I should probably be homeward bound...

I'm not from here I just live here grew up somewhere far away come here thinking I'd never stay long I'd be going back soon someday it's been a few years since I got here seen 'em come and I've seen 'em go crowds...

I've had enough of this small town bullshit I'm not stayin' in school I'm makin' good dough workin' with my brother Cleanin' out pools I'm going out to California And man it won't be long As soon as I get my license...

Flatter than a table top Makes you wonder why they stopped here Wagon must have lost a wheel Or they lacked ambition one In the great migration west Separated from the rest Though they might have tried their best They...

Look off down the highway at the glittering lights Like windshield glass on the shoulder tonight As the diesels come grinding on up from the plains All bunched up like pearls on a string And I guess time don't mean...

Mama keeps tryin' to get the game on the radioDaddy's gotta know the score There's a big yellow thing on a flat bed trailer Wonder what that thing's forWe got towels rolled up in the back seat window Keeping us out of...

I guess we knew the cards were stacked started out the best of friends and we beat that highway 'till it quit beating back it didn't mean much in the end some you win, some you lose some you throw away we headed South...

Coming down the mountain boys what do I see Bear tracks bear tracks coming after me Better get your rifle before it's too late The bear's got a pig and he's headed for the gate He's big around the middle and he's broad...