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All My Ex’s Live in Texas by Sanger D. Schafer and Lyndia Shafer  “This is a Treat for Me, I Don’t even have any Ex’s in Texas, There Everywhere Else!” Chorus: (George) All my ex’s live in Texas and Texas is a place I dearly love to be but all my ex’s live in Texas and that’s why I hang my hat in Tennessee (George) Rosanna’s down in Texarkana wanted me to push her broom Sweet Eileen’s in Abilene She forgot I hung the moon (Jimmy) Allison’s in Galveston somehow lost her sanity and Dimple’s who now lives in Temple’s got the law after me Chorus (George) “Oh Ace in the Hole” (George) I remember that old Frio River where I learned to swim but it brings to mind another time where I wore my welcome thin (Jimmy) By transcendental meditation I go there each night but I always come back to myself long before daylight (George) All my ex’s live in Texas and Texas is the place Id dearly love to be but all my ex’s live in Texas that’s why I hang my hat in Tennessee (George) Some folks think I’m hidin’ (Jimmy) Some Folks think I died (George) but I’m alive and well in Tennessee Hey Good Lookin’ by Hank Williams (Jimmy) Hey, Hey, Good Lookin’, whatcha got cookin’ How’s about cookin’ something up with me (George) Hey, sweet baby, don’t you think maybe We could find us a brand new recipe I got a hot rod Ford and a two dollar bill And I know a spot right over the hill There’s soda pop and the dancin’s free So if you wanna have fun come a long with me. (All) Say Hey, Good Lookin’, whatcha got cookin’ (Alan) How’s about cookin’ somethin’ up with me (Jimmy) Let’s cook it up boys (Jimmy) I’m free and I’m ready maybe we can go steady How’s about savin’ all your time for me (Alan) No more lookin’ I know I’ve been tooken How’s about keepin’ steady company (George) I’m gonna throw my date book over the fence And find me one for five or ten cents. I’ll keep it ’til it’s covered with age ‘Cause I’m writin’ your name down on ev’ry page (All) Hey, Hey, Good Lookin’, Whatcha got cookin’ How’s about cookin’ somethin’ up with me. (I wanna hear You Texas!) How’s about cookin’ somethin’ up with me. (One More Time!) How’s about cookin’ somethin’ up with me. Where Cookin’, Alan Jackson and George Strait Sea of Heartbreak by Paul Hampton and Hal David (Jimmy) The lights In the harbour They Don’t shine on me I’m like a lost ship lost on this sea Chorus:(Both) Sea of heartbreak Lost love and loneliness Memories of your caress So divine How wish you were mine Again my dear I am on this sea of tears Sea of heartbreak (George) How did I lose you Where did I fail Why did you leave me Always to sail Chorus:(Both) Sea of heartbreak Lost love and loneliness Memories of your caress So divine I wish you were mine Again my dear I am on this sea of tears Sea of heartbreak Oh what I’d give to sail back to shore Back in your arms once more (Jimmy) So Come to my rescue Come here to me Take me and keep me Away from the sea Chorus:(Both) Sea of heartbreak Lost love and loneliness Memories of your caress So divine I wish you were mine Again my dear I am on this sea of tears Sea of heartbreak North East Texas Women by Willis Alan Ramsey South of Oklahoma, east of New Mexico West of Louisiana where all them Cajuns grow We gotta a little place called Texas Where the women grow on trees They’re right there for the pickin’ just as easy as you please Chorus: You better run take hold Your gonna get young ’fore you get old And them Texas women is Texas gold With kisses than sweeter than cactus Oh… North of Amarillo, east of old Dime Box You can find your Cinderella or a genuine Goldilocks And if ya don’t like love attachments, if your taste in women is strange Then go on and spend your money, boys, down in old La Grange Chorus: You better run tell the world You gotta get a Lone Star girl With her cast iron curls And her aluminum dimple It’s so simple Instrumental Break Chorus: You better run take hold Your gonna get young ’fore you get old And them Texas women is Texas gold With kisses than sweeter than cactus North of Waxahachie, east of old Cowtown Them Dallas women standin’ up beat the others lyin’ down Well God bless the Trinity River and any man who is unaware Of these northeast Texas women with their cotton candy hair Chorus: You better run tell the world You gotta get a Lone Star girl With her cast iron curls And her aluminum dimple It’s so simple Boats to Build by Guy Clark (Jimmy) It’s time for a change I’m tired of that same ol same The same ol words the same ol lines The same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes (Alan) Days precious days Roll in and out like waves I got boards to bend I got planks to nail I got charts to make I got seas to sail (Both) I’m gonna build me a boat With these two hands She’ll be a fair curve From a noble plan Let the chips fall where they will Cause I’ve got boats to build (Jimmy) Sails are just like wings The wind can make em sing (Alan) Songs of life songs of hope (Jimmy) Songs to keep your dreams afloat (Both) I’m gonna build me a boat With these two hands It’ll be a fair curve From a noble plan Let the chips fall where they will Cause I’ve got boats to build (Jimmy) Shores distant shores There’s where I’m headed for (Alan) Got the stars to guide my way (Jimmy) Sail into the light of day (Both) I’m gonna build me a boat With these two hands It’ll be a fair curve From a noble plan Let the chips fall where they will Cause I’ve got boats to build Margaritaville by Jimmy Buffett Nibblin’ on sponge cake watchin’ the sun bake All you Parrotheads and Cowboys covered with oil, Beer, Sweat Strummin’ my six string on my front porch swing Smell those shrimp They’re beginnin’ to boil Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt (Salt Salt) Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame But I know this is all George Strait and Alan Jackson’s fault I Don’t know the reason Stayed here all season With nothing to show but this brand new tattoo But it’s a real beauty She was a Texas cutie, how it got here I haven’t a clue Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt (Salt Salt) Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame And I Know, it’s all you women’s fault I blew out my flip flop Stepped on a pop top Broke my leg twice had to limp on back home But there’s booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt (Salt Salt) Some people claim that there’s a woman to blame But I know, it’s my own damn fault Yes, and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame But I know it’s my own damn fault It’s 5 O’Clock Somewhere by Jim Brown, Don Rollins The sun is hot and that ol’ clock is movin’ slow And so am I Workday passes like molasses in wintertime But it’s July Gettin’ paid by the hour and older by the minute My boss just pushed me over the limit I’d like to call him somethin’ But think I’ll just call it a day Chorus: Pour me somethin’ tall and strong Make it a hurricane before I go insane It’s only half past twelve, but I don’t care It’s five o’clock somewhere This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon And half the night Tomorrow morning I know they’ll be hell to pay Hey, but that’s all right I ain’t had a day off now in over a year My Texas vacation is gonna start right here If the phones for me You can tell ‘em I’ve just sailed away Chorus: Pour me somethin’ tall and strong Make it a hurricane before I go insane It’s only half past twelve, but I don’t care It’s five o’clock somewhere I could pay off my tab Pour myself in a cab and be back to work before 2 At a moment like this, I can’t help but wonder What would Jimmy Buffett do? (Jimmy) I’d say Pour me somethin’ tall and strong Make it a hurricane before I go insane It’s only half past twelve, but I don’t care (Both) Pour me somethin’ tall and strong Make it a hurricane before I go insane It’s only half past twelve, but I don’t care He don’t care And I don’t care It’s five o’clock somewhere Jimmy: 5 O’Clock here in Dallas Texas Alan: I Heard that. Just Like in Margaritaville I know it’s always 5 O’Clock Jimmy: Margaritaville and Texas, hell there the same thing Alan Alan: When I think about it Yeah, But Down on the Chattahoochee we’ve got a 5 O’Clock too Jimmy: Well the Only thing they could do is bring out the cheerleaders Alan: That Sounds Good to Me. It’s 5 O’Clock we better get outta here.
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