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Verse I

Gotta find me a woman,
Who knows how to treat a man.
Not just some barroom hook-up,
Or a desp'rate one night stand.


Chorus

Are you out there somewhere?
The one I'm lookin' for.
The one that will complete me,
The one I can adore.
Do you know the secret?
T'unlock this heart of mine.
So tired of being lonely.
And achin' all the time.


Verse II

Been lookin' for that someone,
With that style and grace and charm,
Not another pretty face,
Or some candy for my arm.


Verse III

I need someone who knows just how,
T' keep her man satisfied.
Someone to meet me atth' door,
With lovin' arms open wide.


Verse IV

A woman to wake up with,
For the day's first sleepy kiss.
A girl who's soft and tender,
Who can turn my life to bliss

Verse I

The world has turned to green again,
So I guess winter's done.
The daffodils and dogwood trees,
Say spring has fin'ly sprung.
Gotta go almost to Arkansas,
Supplies I must obtain.
I have no wheels to make the trip,
So'm hitchin' down to Jane.


Chorus

Hitchin' down to Jane, yeah,
Hitchin' down to Jane.
I've things to buy,
And have no ride,
So'm hitchin' down to Jane.


Verse II

The nearest store with what I need,
Is eighteen miles away.
I have no friend to take me there,
I'm very sad to say.
The car I had caught fire you see,
There's only me to blame.
Too far to walk and I can't fly,
So'm hithchin' down to Jane.


Verse III

Guess I could postpone my trip,
And go another day.
But the weather's fine an'I have the time,
So'm on my lonely way.
The road is long and treacherous,
It always seems the same.
But I'm outta wine and cigarettes,
So'm hitchin down to Jane

My jeans are ripped, my boots are dry and muddy
You can tell that I drink beer and not champagne
I'm the kind of girl who likes to keep things simple
I've never longed for fortune of fame

My best friend is my dog, not a diamond
Diamonds don't snuggle up to you when you cry
And I don't like the thought, of being bought
A girl in love is something you can't buy

Yeah, I'm happy just the way things are, boy
There's not much more that I need
A dry land crop doesn't need alot of rain
A shower now and then will get it through
And in a way I am like that barren bit of land
All I need is a rain drop from you

So cancel those dinner reservations
Instead let's take the dogs down to the creek
We'll pack a picnic lunch, we'll lie there in the sun
What a perfect way to end a working week

Yeah, I'm happy just the way things are, boy
There's not much more that I need
A dry land crop doesn't need alot of rain
A shower now and then will get it through
And in a way I am like that barren bit of land
All I need is a rain drop from you

A dry land crop doesn't need alot of rain
A shower now and then will get it through
And in a way I am like that barren bit of land
All I need is a rain drop from you

All I need is a rain drop from you
All I need is a rain drop from you

Verse I

We both made mistakes,
In love and in life.
You took the wrong husband,
I chose the wrong wife.
Our mis'ry dragged on,
Went on for so long.
Happiness always out of reach.
Our rights were all wrong.


Chorus

My sweet honey Bee,
So precious to me.
I looked for so long to find you,
Then finally you found me.
Now we are one,
The looking is done.
You'll walk hand in hand through life with me,
My sweet honey Bee.


Verse II

The road was so long,
To find our sweet love.
It seemed it would never end at all,
And then from above,
The sky opened up,
The sun filled our cup.
Now we'll have each other dear,
Things fin'ly look up.


Verse III

And now that we know,
We'll always have us.
Nothing will ever come between,
And life is a rush.
A reason to live,
A passion to give.
We will be legend you and I,
Long after we live.

I had a flat tire on a lonely country road
When she came along in her hot pink Olds
She asked if she could do anything for me
All I could do, was drool on my knee

Her hair was long and black and her skin was ivory
When she stood up she was all of six foot three
Her hot burning lips began to speak again
All I could do, was drool down my chin

Her hair was long and black
She had looks that would last
My mind was going slack
She had legs up to her.....

Then I heard my Momma cry!!

"Mind your manners son that's somebodies daughter
Be careful what you say or they will take you away
Mind your manners son that's somebodies daughter
Be careful what you say or they will take you away"

She came right over and stood right next to me
While I kept staring at the scenery
She asked me what the problem with the car could possibly be
All I could do, was drool on my sleeve

She fixed my tire just as easy as can be
While my eyes kept going glazy
As she drove away she turned and waved goodbye
All I could do. was drool on my ........ Tie

Her hair was long and black
She had looks that would last
My mind was going slack
She had legs up to her.....

Then I heard my Momma cry!!

"Mind your manners son that's somebodies daughter
Be careful what you say or they will take you away
Mind your manners son that's somebodies daughter
Be careful what you say or they will take you away"

Verse I

Thought we would be together and nevermore to part.
I put aside my pride and then I gave to her my heart.
I thought she was my angel, sent down from above.
She said I really love ya baby, but it's not that kind of love.


Chorus

What kind of love could it be?
Where she don't want to see only me?
I never thought I'd be the fool,
Home with a broken heart, wond'rin',
What kind of love could it be.


Verse II

And so I found another, we dated for a while.
This girl had a lot of class and had a lot of style.
She seemed to be the perfect fit that I'd been dreamin' of.
She said I really love ya baby, but it's not that kind of love.


Verse III

So listen to me baby and listen to me well.
I've seen a lot of women, way more than I can tell.
I may seem like the hand, that fits your velvet glove,
And I really love ya baby, but it's not that kind of love.


Final Chorus

What kind of love could it be?
I'd tell ya' girl but you would never see.
Now you don't wanna' be the one,
Home with a broken heart, wond'rin',
What kind of love could it be.

Verse I

The creek runs swift and wide with melt from that last snow,
Gotta get across somehow, there's just one way to go.
This two-lane narrow bridge ain't got no place for me.
If a semi comes along, guess I'll just be history.


Chorus

Oh, the old Iron bridge on Indian Creek ain't got no place to hide,
An' tryin' to get accross on foot is damn near suicide.
Yeah, it's damn near suicide, oh Lord, it's damn near suicide.
Yeah, tryin to get across on foot, is damn near suicide.


Verse II

This ol' bridge was built way back in horse an' buggy days.
When folks would go much slower, haulin' veg'tables an' hay.
It may be twelve feet wide, or fourteen at the most.
If a big-rig wants t' cross right now, I guess I'll just be toast.


Verse III

There's no way to avoid it, there ain't no way around.
Gotta grit my teeth an' set my jaw, get back on solid ground.
The creek is much to shallow, the bridge is way too high.
Gotta choose between two broken legs, an' a good chance that I'll die.

Verse I:

I'm a space age new-wave farmer, but I'm still an old-fashioned man.
I sell genetically engineered tomaters, out front at my roadside stand.
I don't breed livestock anymore, I'm clonin' pigs and sheep and cows.
I got a PHD in biology, don't know why but I do know how.


Chorus:

Well you can call me the New MacDonald,
We can chat when I'm on line.
And you can reach me vi-a email,
Or you can fax me any time.
Yeah they call me the New MacDonald,
I'm a agri-C.E.O.
You can find my stock on NASDAQ,
Listed E.I.E.I.O.
Yeah I'm the New MacDonald,
Oh Yeah, the New MacDonald.




Verse II:

My John Deere's got cruise control, an' a eight-disk DVD.
A-C, auto, white-walled tires, it's a beautiful sight to see.
I got a global satellite uplink, built into my pick-up truck.
Keep her out in the barn an' ev-ry mornin' jump in an' boot 'er up.


Verse III:

I got a gal, met her on the net, she's the laser of my life.
An' if I play my cards just right, gonna' be the farmer's wife.
She can program a computer', she can bake a cherry pie.
Memorized the Kama Sutra, an' she can make the bed sheets fly.


Verse IV:

Grow mushrooms in my cellar, sell for fifty bucks an ounce.
Take you on a trip most anywhere, don't even have to leave the house.
Got cash crops I don't talk about, 'cause of the DEA.
Makin' money while the sun shines, an son that sure ain't hay.

I
You're a bad news kinda' girl,
I could read it in your eyes,
And the way you flip your hair,
When you're buildin' alibis.

Chorus
Oh! Oh! Nanette! You went through my life like a breeze.
Oh! Oh! Nanette! Now I'm beggin' ya' please, baby please!
Call me or come by. Just please give me a try.
You knocked upon my door. I was all fogged up'n sore.
You were clearly in distress, but I wasn't at my best.
An' I let you get away. Now I'm cryin' ev-ry day.
Oh! Oh! Nanette! Now I'm beggin' ya' please, baby please!
Oh! Oh! Nanette! Can't ya' see me here on my knees?

II
No I don't care where you been,
Or who you was with last night.
Now baby I just need to know,
That you're gonna' be alright.

III
I don't have no agenda.
Not tryin' to do you in.
No, I'm just another soul,
An' I been where you have been.

At just 13 I hit the open streets
Every stranger was the world I'd meet
My every sorrow in the things they cried
A wastrel wandering through a lullaby

State to state and town to town I'd go
From desert dawn to Colorado snow
Both oceans soothed away my salty aches
Thunder showing me the sound truth makes

Stormy beaches in California
Hurricane warnings in the Florida Keys
Everywhere I went the clouds were forming
And every storm I met was just like me
In my wastrel days

Starlit meadows and an Autumn sky
Lilac breezes as the clouds roll by
Life was the essence of a southern kiss
And a Dixie woman that I sometimes miss

Instrumental in my wastrel days
Were dreams of angels who'd correct my ways
But they never showed I'm uncorrected still
Wild at heart I wander where I will

Stormy beaches in California
Hurricane warnings in the Florida Keys
Everywhere I went the clouds were forming
And every storm I met was just like me
In my wastrel days

Cold Utah morning nineteen-Christmas time
And home is nothing but a dream of mine
I guess it's nothing but a good dream still
That I'd like to find but maybe I never will

Stormy beaches in California
Hurricane warnings in the Florida Keys
Everywhere I went the clouds were forming
And every storm I met was just like me
In my wastrel days