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| WHEN THE RIGHT HORSE
COMES ALONG She was standing in the shadows at a late night country bar Hiding from the bright lights where the pretty people are She was all tricked out in leather, her lips were fire red Green eyes and hair as black as coal, her hips could raise the dead There was something special 'bout her, she looked so out of place She caught me staring at her, a smile came to her face We spent the whole night talking time went by so fast How could I know she had a plan, to make the morning last As the light of dawn came calling, a chill was in the air But when passion's burning white hot then sparks begin to flare Yes my heart was in her pocket but her tattoo changed my song Two tiny spurs above the words, when the right horse comes along She whispered I don't wear hats and I never wear boots Never owned chaps never learned how to shoot I'll never two step to those sad country songs But I always keep my spurs on 'cause you never know When the right horse comes along Just like the spider and the fly I was drawn into her web Was I just another victim, keeps running through my head Some night out in the country when the moon is riding high You too might meet a stranger dark haired with emerald eyes If your pulse begins to quicken you believe your dream's come true My advice keep one eye open and check for that tattoo If she says I don't wear hats and I never wear boots Never owned chaps never learned how to shoot I'll never two step to those sad country songs But I always keep my spurs on 'cause you never know When the right horse comes along But I always keep my spurs on 'cause you never know When the right horse, comes along
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| AN OLD COWBOY He's long and lean like an old string bean his face is hard and lined Behind a mustached lip he's got a barbed wire wit he'll use from time to time Never press him don't second guess him there's more there than you'd think He's got a quick right hand and he always stands at the bar when he takes his drink He can stretch the truth if his lips get loose his stories go back years His legs were bowed by those bulls he's road running cows and roping steers He walks real stiff got that broken hip breaking colts last fall He's been feeling down since he's moved to town was it worth it after all An old cowboy whose working days are done Always half broke with no place left to run An old cowboy with nothing left to prove An old cowboy whose cowboy days are through He drives a broke down Ford with a kicked in door still pulls a one horse van through town It was just last year I seen him shed a tear when he put that old horse down Before he's called to board asked by the Lord to take that final ride I hope he'll understand how I've loved that man and his damned old cowboy pride He can't chew beef too many missing teeth got a hide as coarse as sand An old cowboy whose working days are done Always half broke with no place left to run An old cowboy with nothing left to prove An old cowboy like a pair of worn out boots An old cowboy whose cowboy days are through
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| WE'RE FINALLY THROUGH I don't fall easy God knows it's true When I think of the years I've spent with you It makes it so hard to swallow so hard to breath As I'm standing hear watching you leave I've got my pride sometimes it's not enough I need to know you loved me was I asking too much Was there ever commitment do you admit that it's true You needed me just like I needed you We're walking away saying goodbye We've made up our minds not a tear left to cry You know what you want you know what to do Can we say we're finally through Still waters run deep though it don't always show There's a place in my heart I just can't let go Though the words don't come easy it don't mean I don't care You must know you will always be there We're walking away saying goodbye We've made up our minds not a tear left to cry You know what you want you know what to do Can we say we're finally through Is this what we want do we know what to do Can we say we're finally through
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| STORMY WEATHER I can't take these long cold winters snow it brings me down It's hard to keep my spirits up now the sun won't come around Day after day the color grey and nights can last forever Then one more dawn how time drags on I hate this stormy weather Can't find a reason make no sense for all of my despair There was a time soft on my mind when joy did fill the air But I was so much younger then no grey upon my chin I never knew the depth of blue or felt the icy wind Take away this stormy weather Just three days of sun together I can't stay this cold forever I can't take this stormy weather Too much time it bends the mind these idle hands grow weak As pale and ghostly images trudge slowly through the streets So burdened by their aching bones and chilled right to the marrow Bent small they cringe whipped by the wind just like the tiny sparrow Take away this stormy weather Just three days of sun together I can't stay this cold forever I can't take this stormy weather Last night I dreamed I sailed upon an endless emerald sea A breeze blew fresh upon my face white light washed over me On and on into the sun on sails that billowed white They carried me safe warm and free far from these stormy nights Take away this stormy weather Just three days of sun together I can't stay this cold forever I can't take this stormy weather I can't take, this stormy weather
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| LATE NIGHT CALLS Staggered home late last night harvest moon was shining bright Ain't a light on at my home or across the nation I unlocked the door and I stumbled in Threw my boots in the corner and keys in the bin Sittin' all alone it's then I get to thinking What about those people that I never see Wondering if they're wondering what's become of me It's then my hand starts searching fumbling in the dark I grab the receiver then I start to talk I make those late night calls when I've been drinking I talk the whole night long without blinking Thank God I'm calling when it's cheaper at night And sometimes when I wake 'em they get real uptight These late night calls after three are killing me Phone company wants to know have you paid us yet Well I don't take kindly to idle threats Hell, I gotta be the best customer they ever had I'll pay my bill never start again then I start drinkin' I'm alone and then Must be someone I ain't talked to in years Then my hand starts searchin' fumbling in the dark I grab the receiver then I start to talk I make those late night calls when I've been drinking I talk the whole night long without blinking Thank God I'm calling when it's cheaper at night And sometimes when I wake 'em they get real uptight These late night calls after three are killing me These late night calls on alcohol ain't free Say pass me a little of that mix, I still got a little Johnny Walker left
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All lyrics and music written by David Hutchins © 1990 - 2009 David Hutchins
All photographs © 2007, 2008, 2009 David Hutchins