James Wesley Jackson Hole

It was plain to see she didn’t know how to ski

She said “We don’t get much show in Tampa Bay”

She said, “I got confused, ended up on the blues

I was hopin’ someone like you would come my way

I said, “Let’s sit here and enjoy the view

Let you catch your breath for a minute or two”

The air is thin in Jackson Hole

When the sun goes down, it’s bitter cold

Unless you can charm somebody into keepin’ you warm

Find a hole in the wall with a cover band

Baileys and beer, yeah you laugh and dance

And you sing along to every song

And fall like the snow in Jackson Hole

Spent a couple of nights drownin’ in her eyes

Gettin’ lost between those tan lines from the coast

All the words we said, all the promises

I was sure she’d never let me go

But your heart can play tricks on your mind

When you’re makin’ love at the timber line

The air is thin in Jackson Hole

When the sun goes down, it’s bitter cold

Unless you can charm somebody into keepin’ you warm

Find a hole in the wall with a cover band

Baileys and beer, yeah you laugh and dance

And you sing along to every song

And fall like the snow in Jackson Hole

She had to leave on Sunday, she almost missed her airplane

We kissed goodbye, I said I’ll call you first thing in the mornin’

When I woke up on Monday, I dialed the number she gave

That old man answered, said “Son, no one lives here by that name”

The air is thin in Jackson Hole

When the sun goes down, it’s bitter cold

Unless you can charm somebody into keepin’ you warm

Find a hole in the wall with a cover band

Baileys and beer, yeah you laugh and dance

And you sing along to every song

That’s how hearts get broke in Jackson Hole, in Jackson Hole

James Wesley I’m A Lonesome Fugitive

Down every road there’s always one more city

I’m on the run, the highway is my home

I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days

While Mama used to pray my crops would fail

I’m a hunted fugitive with just two ways:

Outrun the law or spend my life in jail

I’d like to settle down but they won’t let me

A fugitive must be a rolling stone

Down every road there’s always one more city

I’m on the run, the highway is my home

I’m lonely but I can’t afford the luxury

Of having one I love to come along

She’d only slow me down and they’d catch up with me

For he who travels fastest goes alone

I’d like to settle down but they won’t let me

A fugitive must be a rolling stone

Down every road there’s always one more city

I’m on the run, the highway is my home

I’m on the run, the highway is my home

James Wesley The Fightin’ Side Of Me

I hear people talkin’ bad,

About the way we have to live here in this country,

Harpin’ on the wars we fight,

An’ gripin’ ’bout the way things oughta be.

An’ I don’t mind ’em switchin’ sides,

An’ standin’ up for things they believe in.

When they’re runnin’ down my country, man,

They’re walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me.

Yeah, walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me.

Runnin’ down the way of life,

Our fightin’ men have fought and died to keep.

If you don’t love it, leave it:

Let this song that I’m singin’ be a warnin’.

If you’re runnin’ down my country, hoss,

You’re walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me.

I read about some squirrely guy,

Who claims, he just don’t believe in fightin’.

An’ I wonder just how long,

The rest of us can count on bein’ free.

They love our milk an’ honey,

But they preach about some other way of livin’.

When they’re runnin’ down my country, man,

They’re walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me.

Yeah, walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me.

Runnin’ down the way of life,

Our fightin’ men have fought and died to keep.

If you don’t love it, leave it:

Let this song that I’m singin’ be a warnin’.

If you’re runnin’ down my country, hoss,

You’re walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me.

Yeah, walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me.

Runnin’ down the way of life,

Our fightin’ men have fought and died to keep.

If you don’t love it, leave it:

Let this song that I’m singin’ be a warnin’.

If you’re runnin’ down my country, hoss,

You’re walkin’ on the fightin’ side of me.

James Wesley Thank A Farmer

From the fuel that fills your truck

To the coffee in your cup

Don’t thank the corner store

For that early morning rush

Thank a farmer

Yeah I think back to that hayfield

Filled with girls and four-wheels

Sneaking off with her for that first time

You can thank a farmer

I still believe in amber waves of grain

Man on his knees praying for rain

That grew this country strong

And keep us moving on

They get tougher as their lives keep gettin’ harder

Oh I think it’s time

We all thank a farmer

From the blacktop roads you ran

That used to be his land

To big cities and small towns

That he built with his two hands

You can thank a farmer

And for this shirt on my back

And these boots on my feet

And them tank top wearin’ country girls

And them old skin-tight bluejeans

I thank a farmer

Yeah, thank a farmer

I still believe in amber waves of grain

Man on his knees praying for rain

That grew this country strong

And keep us moving on

They get tougher as their lives keep gettin’ harder

Yeah I think it’s time

We all thank a farmer

I still believe in amber waves of grain

Man on his knees praying for rain

That grew this country strong

And keep us moving on

They get tougher as their lives keep gettin’ harder

Yeah I think it’s time

We all thank a farmer

Thank a farmer

A lot of folks like me still care about the FFA and county fairs

And the folks who really make this world go round

I’d like to thank a farmer