(Lainie Marsh)

I hear the clock a tickin’
See the sweat upon my brow
I know my destination
Nothing’s gonna stop me now
I’m running on desire
Baby I’ve got nerves of steel
Coming down to the wire
Lord above me guide the wheel

Keep me in your prayers tonight
I’ll be weary upon that road
I know the finish line’s in sight
But I still have a ways to go

There’s a junkyard dog a barkin’
In the valley down below
He’s wanting me to stop and
Gather up a heavy load
Ain’t gonna heed his call
Ain’t givin’ him the time of day
You mangy mutt once and for all
I said I threw that stuff away

I won’t have a bit of trouble
Heading down the straight and true
I’ll fly solo on the double
Into the yonder blue

I might need some intervention
Out upon the icy turn
In a foggy situation
Squealin’ on a hairpin curve

I’m running on desire
Baby I’ve got nerves of steel
Coming down to the wire
Lord above me guide the wheel

Keep me in your prayers tonight
I’ll be weary upon that road
I know the finish line’s in sight
But I still have a ways to go
Keep me in your prayers tonight
I’ll be weary upon that road
I know the finish line’s in sight
But I still have a ways to go
Got a ways to go, got a ways to go

(Emmylou Harris)

I crossed on the river
There’ll be no returning
I crossed all the bridges
I watched them all burning
And now I’m a stranger
To a strange land I’m driven
Where all is forgotten
And nothing’s forgiven

But I cried a river
A river for him
That’s deeper and wider
Than I’ll ever swim
The heart it will harden
The sorrow will dim
But I cried a river
A river for him

I think of him now
On the road I am taking
And wonder how long
His heart will be breaking
But he’ll never hear when
The teardrops are falling
Or the sound of my voice
And the name I’m calling

But I cried a river
A river for him
That’s deeper and wider
Than I’ll ever swim
The heart it will harden
The sorrow will dim
But I cried a river
A river for him

So sweep for the sons
And the dear darling daughters
For the passing of time
And the parting of waters
For all who have passed through
This world long before me
To a far distant shore line
Where no one waits for me
But I cried a river
A river for him
That’s deeper and wider
Than I’ll ever swim
The heart it will harden
The sorrow will dim
But I cried a river
A river for him

(Hank Williams)

Goodbye Joe, me gotta go, me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne, the sweetest one, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have good fun on the bayou

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and a fillet gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Thibideaux, Fountaineaux, the place is buzzin’
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style, go hog wild, me oh my oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.

Jambalaya, a-crawfish pie and a fillet gumbo
‘Cause tonight I’m gonna see my machez amio
Pick guitar, fill fruit jar and be gay-oh
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou.
Son of a gun, we’ll have big fun on the bayou

(Rodney Crowell)

You looked for trouble and you found it son
Straight down the barrel of a lawman’s gun
You’d try to run but you don’t think you can
You make one move and you’re dead man, friend
I ain’t living long like this
I can’t live at all like this, can I baby
He slipped the handcuffs on behind my back
Then he left me freezing on a steel rail track
They got ’em all in the jailhouse, ain’t they bay
I ain’t living long like this
grew up in Houston off of Wayside drive
Son of a charhop in some all night dive
Dad drove a stock car to an early death
All I remember was a drunk man’s death
I ain’t living long like this
I can’t live at all like this can I baby

We know the story how the wheel goes round
Don’t let ’em take you to the man downtown
Can’t sleep at all in the jailhouse, baby
I ain’t living long like this
You live for angel, she’s a roadhouse queen
Make Texas ruby look like Sandra Dee
You want to love her but you don’t know how
You’re at the bottom of the jailhouse now
I ain’t living long like this
I can’t live at all like this, can I baby

You know the story ’bout the jailhouse rock
Go on and do it, but just don’t get caught
They got ’em all in the jailhouse, ain’t they baby
I ain’t living long like this

(Curley Williams)

If you love me half as much as I love you
You wouldn’t worry me half as much as you do
You’re nice to me when there’s no one else around
You only build me up to let me down

If you missed me half as much as I miss you
You wouldn’t stay away half as much as you do
I know that I would never feel so blue
If you only loved me half as much as I love you

If you love me half as much as I love you
You wouldn’t worry me half as much as you do
You’re nice to me when there’s no one else around
You only build me up to let me down

If you missed me half as much as I miss you
You wouldn’t stay away half as much as you do
I know that I would never feel so blue
If you only loved me half as much as I love you

(Rodney Crowell)

In this modern world we’re livin’
The rules ain’t like they’ve ever been
Speakin’ of spreading it thin
That’s what you do, flashing your soul
That ain’t no way to treat your lover
Ain’t no way to act with feelings
Baby, better start turnin’ em down

Now it’s a brave new wave we’re roarin’ in
Hanging out, out on the rock ‘n roll fringe
Speaking of running around
All over town, lettin’ it show
That ain’t no way to treat your lover
Ain’t no way to act in public
Baby, don’t better start turnin’ em down, start to turnin’ down

Sure is clear ain’t nothin’ easy any more
Sure gets cloudy when I look in all directions
Sure is rainin’ like this feeling in my heart
Sure is crazy how you’re acting

In this latest craze or current trend
Burnin’ money every way that you can
Speakin’ of goin’ for broke
That’s how it is and lettin’ it slow
That ain’t no way to treat your lover
Ain’t no way to act with strangers
Baby, you’d better start turnin’ em down, start to turnin’ down

Baby, better start turnin’
Baby, better start turnin’ ’em down
Baby, better start turnin’