Turnpike Troubadours Something To Hold On To

Won’t you give me something

Something to hold on to

This whole world has taken

Taken me for a ride

You come smiling through the doorway looking like an old regret

Still a whole lot better than you did last time we met

Between a real hard spot and a hole in a concrete wall

Running out of highway looking for a place to fall

Won’t you give me something

Something to hold on to

This whole world has taken

Taken me for a ride

Pick me up and learn me

Turn me down and burn me

Darling won’t you give me

Give me one last try

Well to tell you true I never thought we’d be here again

Gonna feel alright now darling for the shape I’m in

Nearly fell to pieces just thinking it would all fall through

Feeling like somebody when you finally came into view

Darling won’t you give me something

Something to hold on to

This whole world has taken

Taken me for a ride

Pick me up and learn me

Turn me down and burn me

Darling won’t you give me

Give me one last try

Now I won’t say it all worked out like I planned

Lucky I still got a leg on which to stand

I had a half of mind to get gone

Leave it a little try to move on

But I just sat there staring at the secondhand

On the barroom wall now

Darling won’t you give me something

Something to hold on to

This whole world has taken

Taken me for a ride

Pick me up and learn me

Turn me down and burn me

Darling won’t you give me

Give me one last try

Try

Turnpike Troubadours Old Time Feeling

Like a mockingbird I sing my song

Stole out right and play it all wrong

In the darkest hour of the night

Oh and I ain’t made the Opry yet

Miss you now but hey no sweat

I can get along alone alright

City lights and pretty clothes

Silver linings, wrapped up bows

Autumn leaves and fall in winter snow

Well I’m hoping now that where you are

They all think you’re a movie star

Cause you are the most famous girl I know

And I’m waiting now to catch you in the corner of my eye

I know you’re gonna darken up my door

Well I got that old time feeling babe, it still ain’t passed me by

Well I’ve got that old time feeling like before

Well I’m the same old me you know

Fucking up the status quo

Trouble all the way up to my neck

And I can keep it cool and new

Until you catch me half past two

Just about that time when I’m a wreck

This old world will spin again

Play me like a violin

Knock all of the wind out of my chest

Well I don’t mind you playing me

Just keep it in a major key

Now you’re waking up and I can get some rest

And I’m waiting now to catch you in the corner of my eye

I know you’re gonna darken up my door

Well I got that old time feeling babe, it still ain’t passed me by

Well I’ve got that old time feeling like before

Well I’ve got that old time feeling like before

Yeah I’ve got that old time feeling like before

Turnpike Troubadours 7 Oaks

Well that banker

He keeps calling

Telling us our mortgage is overdue

Gonna plow up the fields

Gonna burn down the house

And the banker he can have it when I’m through

There ain’t no silver left in these pockets

There ain’t no cornbread, Lord there ain’t no wine

That train don’t stop around here anymore

It done moved on down the line

Well the tax man

He said old Uncle Sam

Gotta get his share of the rake

He can come around here

He can look for himself

There ain’t nothing left he can take

There ain’t no silver left in these pockets

There ain’t no cornbread, Lord there ain’t no wine

That train don’t stop around here anymore

It done moved on down the line

I’m gonna go back to Grandaddy’s farm

On Cherokee allotted land

It ain’t ever been owned by no one but him

Won’t be taxed by no other man

There ain’t no silver left in these pockets

And here ain’t no cornbread and there ain’t no wine

That train don’t stop around here anymore

It done moved on down the line

I said that train don’t stop around here anymore

It done moved on down the line

Turnpike Troubadours Quit While I’m Ahead

Well I wont lie and say I didn’t think the good ones all were taken

Since there ain’t no peaches falling from the tree that I’ve been shaking

And it’s solitary sleeping in this bed that I’ve been making

Well maybe I should quit while I’m ahead

Well my intent was being handed I never laid a hand

And the kindness of my gesture was a good far cry from grand

They were awful well intended, they were all that I can stand

Ah maybe I should quit while I’m ahead

And now darlin if I called you, could you love me like a kid

Could you love me like you loved me way back when you really did

Well darlin if I called you could you just pick up the phone

Lord, I’ve been dancing with damnation and I’m drinking all alone

And I am busted broke and bent and beat and ’bout halfway to dead

Ah maybe I should quit while I’m ahead, oh Lord, well maybe I should quit while I’m ahead

Well West Texas in the morning, little darling are you down

Where the color of the country is your sweet eye shade of brown

And if I told you how I felt, well you’d say boy get out of town

Well maybe I should quit while I’m ahead

Now darlin if I called you, could you love me like a kid

Could you love me like you loved me way back when you really did

Well darlin if I called you would you even talk to me

When I am lit up like a star atop your favorite Christmas tree

And I am busted broke and bent and beat and ’bout half way to dead

Ah maybe I should quit while I’m ahead, oh Lord well maybe I should quit while I’m ahead

Now darlin if I called you, could you love me like a kid

Could you love me like you loved me way back when you really did

Well darlin if I called you could you just pick up the phone

Lord, I’ve been dancing with damnation and I’m drinking all alone

And I am busted broke and bent and beat and ’bout half way to dead

Ah maybe I should quit while I’m ahead, oh lord well maybe I should quit while I’m ahead

Turnpike Troubadours Leaving & Lonely

Turn down the lights

And turn up the ac

Hold me close

When it gets gold

Stuck in between

Loving and lonely

Stuck in between

The lines on the road

It might have been the whiskey, might have been the wine

Might have been the moonshine in her eyes

It might have been bad luck.

It might have been love

Maybe just a good time

It probably was

Wake up scared, its 6 in the morning

Reach out to see if you’re still there

In these motel rooms

They’re always the same scene

I remember a time when I still cared

It might have been the whiskey, might have been the wine

Might have been the moonshine in her eyes

It might have been bad luck,

It might have been love

Maybe just a good time

It probably was

Catch me when I’m falling down

Catch me when I’m falling apart

Try to pick myself back up

But don’t know where to start

Turn on the lights

Turn off the ac

Pack my bags

It’s time to go

Stuck in between

Leaving and lonely

Stuck in between

The lines on the road

Turnpike Troubadours The Mercury

Lorrie laughs like she just don’t care

Got a red bandana and raven hair

Sitting in the corner at The Mercury

Cowboy killers in a plain white tee

And back before the glasses and the sleeve tattoos

She’s just another small town kid

Sure she’s gotta couple problems now

But she doesn’t try to keep ’em hid

Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight

Alright, alright

The kind of thing you never see before midnight

Girl, I know you’re gonna wreck this town

Won’t tell me where to be when the walls start falling

Well I’ve never seen Jimmy in that old Corvette

He looks like hell but he ain’t dead yet

Rough around the edges but his clothes are clean

Hayseed dressed up like James Dean

And any way I play it well I can’t get him to say it

But I think that him and Lorrie were a thing

Well come now that I think about it

He don’t say much of anything

Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight

Alright, alright

The kind of thing you never see before midnight

Girl, I know you’re gonna wreck this town

Won’t tell me where to be when the walls start falling

Well, it’s 1 AM and wild and loud

Like sittin’ in the middle of a funnel cloud

A five-spot for a shot and a beer

Now do you wonder how we wound up here

I tell you friend that every now and then

It’s like a money game of cut throat pool

Lorrie’s talking just a little too sweet to me

Jimmy’s in the next bar stool

Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight

Alright, alright

The kind of thing you never see before midnight

Well it’s throwback punks and daytime drunks

And PBR’s and stouts

Lorrie’s over by the jukebox now

Dancing to the “Twist and Shout”

And Jimmy’s storming out the front door

Lord you’d think someone had died

I ain’t going anywhere at all

Now I’m about to hit my stride

Her kind of loving is a little like a fist fight

Alright, alright

The kind of thing you never see before midnight

Girl I know you’re gonna wreck this town

Won’t you tell me where to be when the walls start falling

Girl I know you’re gonna wreck this town

Won’t you tell me where to be when the walls start falling

Girl I know you’re gonna wreck this town

Won’t you tell me where to be when the walls start falling

Girl I know you’re gonna wreck this town

Won’t you tell me where to be when the walls start falling down

Turnpike Troubadours 1968

One, Two, Three,

There ain’t a thing in the world to take me back

Like a dark-haired girl in a Cadillac

On main street of an old forgotten town

The sun light shines in fine white lines

On weathered stores with open signs

They may as well just close ‘em down.

[Chorus:]

And you look like 1968 or was it ‘69

When I heard you caught a bullet

Well I guess you’re doing fine

And you speak of revolution

Like it’s some place that you’ve been

Well you’ve been a long time gone

Good too see you my old friend.

Oh and now that sun has gone away

Replaced instead by silver rays

Of moonlight falling on the avenue

Oh and I could sleep if you would drive

I just can’t keep my mind alive

And you’ve got nothing better else to do

And we’ve all been looking for you

Like a hobo you walk in

Well how the mighty all have fallen

How the holy all have sinned

Is that the clattering of sabers

Or the cool September winds

Well you’ve been a long time gone

Good to see you my old friend.

And there’s just two times a day like this

You find this kind of blissfulness

The sun it sets and rises in the morn.

And we’re shakin hands; I rub my eyes

Free up all my alibis

Just a blinking like the day I was born

[Chorus]

And when the rounds were fired that April you were on the balcony

When ten thousand tear drops hit the ground in Memphis, Tennessee

You were a prideful rebel yell among a million marching men.

And you’ve been a long time gone

Good to see you my old friend

Well you’ve been a long time gone

Good to see you my old friend.

Turnpike Troubadours Bossier City

Well Robbie’s got a brand new girlfriend

She’s got a script for pills

These here man they’re the good ones

Counting those ten dollar bills

What Mama don’t know won’t hurt her

That’s what he’d always say

He’s going down to Bossier City

He’s gonna drink his cares away

Robbie’s got a thousand dollars

That’s more than the saw mills paying

Lucy she’s at her mamas

But he’ll lose it all today

He’s got a thousand dollars

That’s just some gasoline

You know that boy well he can gamble

Like you ain’t never seen

What Mama don’t know won’t hurt her

That’s what he’d always say

He’s going down to Bossier City

He’s gonna drink his cares away

He’s pulling down on that lever

Like he’s got cash to burn

Barely too proud to beg

I guess that boy will never learn

He’s driving back home on Sunday

Praying he don’t get killed

You know that Lucy’s kinda crazy

When she ain’t got her pills

What Mama don’t know won’t hurt her

That’s what he’d always say

He’s going down to Bossier City

He’s gonna drink his cares away

What Mama don’t know won’t hurt her

That’s what he’d always say

He’s going down to Bossier City

He’s gonna drink his cares away

What Mama don’t know won’t hurt her

That’s what he’d always say

He’s going down to Bossier City

He’s gonna drink his cares away

Turnpike Troubadours A Tornado Warning

We were sitting on the front porch

With the weather rolling in

Laughing louder than the big south wind

You ran out to roll your window

Light rain falling on your hair

Your tan legs checkered from a folding chair

There’s country music in the kitchen

I hear it singing through the screen

Weather warnings in between

Glad you got out of the city

There’s no telling what’s in store

Along the 35 Corridor

Kerosene to feed the flame

Your effect is quite the same

Shadows dancing on the wall and

Waiting for the sky to fall

Couldn’t ask for better weather

You were saying with a grin

Until the sound of hailstone hitting tin

It’s loud enough you gotta yell now

The whole thing hits me like a song

A pretty one that won’t last long

Kerosene to feed the flame

Your effect is quite the same

Shadows dancing on the wall and

Waiting for the sky to fall and

Waiting for the sky to fall

In the broken the morning light

That simple shade of blue

The kind that always follow you

Kerosene to feed the flame

Your effect is quite the same

Shadows dancing on the wall and

Waiting for the sky to fall and

Waiting for the sky to fall

Turnpike Troubadours Gin, Smoke, Lies

Well in the early autumn wind

a lonely dove is flyin’

Mournin’ for his one true love,

He can’t be blamed for cryin’

He can’t be blamed for cryin’

Well the rooster, he got 20 gals

bet he’s happy as a lark…

Well he wake em in the mornin’ time,

Put em all to bed at dark

Put em all to bed at dark

Well if you been true

Well if you been true

you better look me in the eyes

Cus all I smell is cheap perfume

and Gin…and smoke…and lies

Well where were you last Saturday

all dressed up so pretty?

With your blue-eyed ballroom boy

in Oklahoma City

in Okalhoma City

Well a spade is made for diggin’ dirt

and an axe is made for choppin’

And darlin’ my heart’s hard as nails

they hammer in a hardwood coffin

In a hardwood coffin

Well if you been true

Well if you been true

You better look me in the eyes

All I smell is cheap perfume

and gin…and smoke…and lies

Well way down in the bottom land

a big black crow is laughin’

Noone dares to go down there

Wonder what has happened

Wonder what has happened

Well in the early Autumn wind

a lonely dove is cryin’

Mournin’ for his one true love

He can’t be blamed for cryin’

He can’t be blamed for cryin’

Well if you been true

Well if you been true

you better look me in the eyes

Cus all I smell is cheap perfume

and gin…and smoke…and lies

Well if you been true

Well if you been true

you better look me in the eyes

Cus all I smell is cheap perfume

and gin…and smoke…and lies