Tracy Byrd Walking To Jerusalem

I dressed up in my best

My Ropers and my vest

And waited by the door with these roses

Till you came walkin’ in

With your high falutin’ friends

So busy lookin’ down your noses

Now here you are ignorin’ me

Girl I might as well be

Walkin’ to Jerusalem

Marchin’ with Methuselah

Readin’ signs in Arabic

Ravin’ like a lunatic

By the time you tell me I’m the one

I’ll be stickin’ out my thumb

And walkin’ to Jerusalem

You wore your boots last night

You kissed me and held me tight

You said you’d always be my cowgirl

But tonight you’re hangin’ out

With that Christian Dior crowd

So where does that leave me now girl

You’re as cold as Polar regions

I oughta join the French Foreign Legion And Go

Walkin’ to Jerusalem

Marchin’ with Methuselah

Readin’ signs in Arabic

Ravin’ like a lunatic

By the time you tell me I’m the one

I’ll be stickin’ out my thumb

And walkin’ to Jerusalem

I can see me in a long robe

Studyin’ the book of Job and

Walkin’ to Jerusalem

Marchin’ with Methuselah

Readin’ signs in Arabic

And ravin’ like a lunatic

By the time you tell me I’m the one

I’ll be stickin’ out my thumb

And walkin’

By the time you tell me I’m the one

I’ll be stickin’ out my thumb

And walkin’ to Jerusalem

And walkin’ to Jerusalem

And walkin’ to Jerusalem

Tracy Byrd I Wanna Feel That Way Again

At the time, it seemed like the right thing

Breakin’ up and goin’ separate ways

But now I find, I can’t keep from wishin’

I was back with you in yesterday

Laughin’ and lovin’ wild and free

No one else but you and me

I wanna feel that way again

I wanna touch you like I did back then

I wanna hold you in my arms, let a candle burn till dawn

Feel your breath upon my skin

It was the best I’ve ever been

I can’t believe we let it end

I wanna feel that way again

Holdin’ hands, walkin’ down a dirt road

In the dark and knowin’ everything was right

We would dance, and talk about tomorrow

Our lips would touch and set the night on fire

Back then there was nothin’ we couldn’t do

Believin’ that dreams come true

I wanna feel that way again

I wanna touch you like I did back then

I wanna hold you in my arms, let a candle burn till dawn

Feel your breath upon my skin

It was the best I’ve ever been

I can’t believe we let it end

I wanna feel that way again

It was the best I’ve ever been

I can’t believe we let it end

I wanna feel that way again

Tracy Byrd Ten Rounds With Jose Cuervo

When I walked in the band just started

The singer couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket.

Was on a mission to drown her memory but

I thought no way with all this ruckus.

But after one round with Jose Cuervo

I caught my boots tappin ‘long with the beat.

And after two rounds with Jose Cuervo

That band was sounding pretty darn good to me.

Then some stranger asked me dance

And I revealed to her my two left feet.

Said, Don’t get me wrong I’m glad you asked

But tonight’s about me and an old memory.

Then after three rounds with Jose Cuervo

I let her lead me out on the floor

And after four rounds with Jose Cuervo

I was showin’ off moves never seen before.

Well, around five or round six

I forgot what I came to forget.

After round seven or was it eight

I bought a round for the whole dang place!

After nine rounds with Jose Cuervo

They were countin’ me out and I was about to give in

The after ten rounds with Jose Cuervo

I lost count and started countin’ again!

One round with Jose Cuervo

I went two rounds with Jose Cuervo

Three rounds with Jose Cuervo

Five rounds with Jose Cuervo or was it four?

Six rounds with Jose Cuervo

Eight rounds with Jose Cuervo

Ten rounds with Jose Cuervo…

Tracy Byrd Every Time I Do

Whenever I go out

Anywhere in town

I look for a crowd

Where you’re not hangin’ ’round

Say that I won’t give

Your memory any room

But every time I do

Just when I think I can

Take another’s hand

Get on with my life

Won’t look back again

Promise I won’t keep

Comparin’ them to you

But every time I do

Every time I do, I wish I didn’t

Try to tell myself, but I just don’t listen

It’s what he can’t have back he never learns his lesson

I say I’ll forget her

Oh, but I know better

Don’t I know by now we don’t belong together

Shouldn’t get the blues when I think of you

But every time I do

When I’m drivin’ home

You’d think that I’d have learned

Keep both hands on the wheel

Don’t even make that turn

Swear that I won’t go

Down Maple Avenue

But every time I do

Every time I do, I wish I didn’t

Try to tell myself, but I just don’t listen

It’s a fool who just goes on missin’

What he can’t have back he never learns his lesson

I say I’ll forget her

Oh, but I know better

Don’t I know by now we don’t belong together

Shouldn’t get the blues when I think of you

But every time I do

No, I Shouldn’t get the blues when I think of you

But every time I do

Tracy Byrd Don’t Love Make A Diamond Shine

Tommy and Janey barely eighteen

Holding hands at the jewelry store

Eyes open wide staring inside

At the ring that they wanted for her

Mister bring it closer mister can we hold it

I think it’s gonna fit just fine

As he slipped it on her hand Janey kissed her man

Don’t love make a diamond shine.

Don’t love make a diamond shine

It don’t matter if it costs a dime

Dang thing looks like a million bucks

Sittin’ on the hand of a girl in love.

A perfect fifteen carat is duller than dirt

If the heart don’t wear it

With three little words it’ll knock you blind

Don’t love make a diamond shine.

There’s a rich lady with a new Mercedes

Livin’ up in a high rise

She’s got a big ol’ rock on her left hand

That looks cheaper than a Cracker Jack prize.

‘Cause her man don’t know that it ain’t the dough

No all he needs to spend is time

And that big marquis’d be a laser beam

Don’t love make a diamond shine.

Don’t love make a diamond shine

It don’t matter if it costs a dime

Dang thing looks like a million bucks

Sittin’ on the hand of a girl in love.

A perfect fifteen carat is duller than dirt

If the heart don’t wear it

With three little words it’ll knock you blind

Don’t love make a diamond shine.

Don’t love make a diamond shine

It don’t matter if it costs a dime

Dang thing looks like a million bucks

Sittin’ on the hand of a girl in love.

A perfect fifteen carat is duller than dirt

If the heart don’t wear it

With three little words it’ll knock you blind

Don’t love make a diamond shine.

Don’t love make a diamond shine…

Tracy Byrd Pink Flamingos

I was a rebel in my younger years

I’d…..drink with the devil if he bought the beer

Wore out two pick-ups just running around

Mamma thought I never would settle down

That was before I met sweet Irma Jean

She made a new man outta me

We got pink flamingos in the front yard

Picture window with a view of Wal-mart

Blue collar heaven…domestic bliss

It just doesn’t get better than this

We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos

Sweet Irma Jean is a den mother now

With a station wagon and an charge account

Bubba Junior pitches for his baseball team

Little sister’s running for Rose Bud Queen

And me I’m doing good at the used car lot

Is this a great country or what

We got pink flamingos in the front yard

Picture window with a view of Wal-mart

Blue collar heaven…domestic bliss

It just doesn’t get better than this

We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos

People slow down when they drive by

They wave and smile but there’s envy in their eyes

We ain’t rich and won’t be for a while

But no doubt about it we got style

We got pink flamingos in the front yard

Picture window with a view of Wal-mart

Blue collar heaven…domestic bliss

It just doesn’t get better than this

We got pink flamingos, pink flamingos, pink flamingos

Tracy Byrd Tiny Town

I grew up in a tiny town.

Sidewalks rolled up

When the sun went down,

And we played in the streets

’til my mom said come in,

In that tiny town.

My dad ran a station

By the railroad track.

Half his life

Spent on his back

Underneath a car

Lord he worked so hard

In that tiny town.

They say home is where your heart is

And I guess it’s true.

And they say you can’t go back

But I close my eyes

And I’m drivin through.

My mom sold Avon

In the neighborhood.

I’d wait in the car

Hopin she’d done good.

So I’d have a dime to spend

On the icecream man

In that tiny town.

I got the car

When I was just 15

And 5 dollars bought

A lot of gasoline

To the drive in picture show

Where we used to go

In that tiny town.

They say home is where your heart is

And I guess it’s true.

And they say you can’t go back

But I close my eyes

And I’m drivin through.

Now the years

They fly by so fast.

So much in life

We lose to the past,

But I’m proud to say

That I was raised

In a tiny town.

Yeah I’m proud to say

That I was raised

In a tiny town.

Tracy Byrd Good Ol’ Fashioned Love

The kind of love that I’ve been looking for

I’m not sure they make it anymore

It’s easy to fall for a pretty smile

It works real good for a while

Yill the new wears off

And it starts to fall apart.

Want a well made out of style, good ol’ fashioned love

The kind that stays together when the going gets tough

I don’t want a new love they just don’t last long enough

I want a well made out of style, good ol’ fashioned love.

I know it’s a rare thing now to find

But I just don’t want any other kind

A love like that’s worth the sacrafice

If the heart’s been broken I can fix it up

All I need is someone like me.

Want a well made out of style, good ol’ fashioned love

The kind that stays together when the going gets tough

I don’t want a new love they just don’t last long enough

I want a well made out of style, good ol’ fashioned love.

I want a well made out of style good ol’ fashioned love…

Tracy Byrd No Ordinary Man

Eight seconds ain’t very long to live

But tonight he barely made five

He gave all that he had to give

But the big bull won tonight

He climbs into that old pickup

Black coffee in his hand

Rodeo ain’t no ordinary life

But a cowboy ain’t no ordinary man

Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive

Makin’ money for his wife and kids

He tried other kinds of work

But nothing ever seemed to fit

Oh he loves the smell of a Brahma bull

The feel of leather in his hand

Well Rodeo ain’t no ordinay life

But a cowboy ain’t no ordinaryman

He’s got a gold buckle on his mind

And he don’t ride to loose

No matter how bad he hurts

He’ll tip his hat to the fans

Rodeo ain’t no ordinary

But a cowboy ain’t no ordinary man

Well he rides just to keep his spirit alive

Makin’ money for his wife and kids

He tried other kinds of work

But nothing ever seemed to fit

Oh he loves the smell of a Brahma bull

The feel of leather in his hand

Well Rodeo ain’t no ordinay life

But a cowboy ain’t no ordinaryman

He’s an extra ordinary man

Tracy Byrd Cheapest Motel

The glasses were all plastic;

Little balls of no-name soap;

No cable on the TV;

The ice-machine was broke.

Well, I guess that’s what you get,

For nineteen bucks an’ some change.

But the cheapest motel in town,

Cost him everything.

They used the Bible for a coaster,

An’ it never crossed their mind:

Maybe they should’ve opened it,

Instead of that high-dollar wine.

It was just their little secret,

A hideaway out West Main,

But the cheapest motel in town,

Cost him everything.

He went from home in the suburbs,

To an apartment in town.

From bein’ met at the door by two little kids,

To a stray dog he’d found.

He paid the price for pleasure,

Now he can’t afford the pain.

An’ the cheapest motel in town,

Cost him everything.

They thought no-one would find ’em,

But it isn’t hard to spot,

A brand-new black Mercedes-Benz,

In that gravel parkin’ lot.

He fooled his wife till one night,

She saw something he couldn’t explain,

An’ the cheapest motel in town,

Cost him everything.

He went from home in the suburbs,

To an apartment in town.

From bein’ met at the door by two little kids,

To a stray dog he’d found.

He paid the price for pleasure,

Now he can’t afford the pain.

Yeah, the cheapest motel in town,

Cost him everything;

It cost him everything;

Cost him everything.