Urban cowboy
Dancin’ cowboy
Made you forget your own name
Dancin’ cowboy
Handsome cowboy
You are in his game
Don’t forget your own name!
Write your story
Have your glory
Listen to that song
What ever was it after all
That kept on going wrong…
Ah, who knows, and who really cares?
Who cares anymore
Just shut that door
Had to
Had to
Had to
I’m so heartbroken over you
Might never really be whole
I don’t know how you got to me
So thoroughly into my soul
If only I hadn’t listened
To all those things that you said
If only I hadn’t let you
Get so inside my head
Muddle through the day
But what’s a lady to do?!
Wander around so lost
Can’t quite get over you
Have to get up and out
Put on my walking shoes
Get on with life anyway
Work on changing my views
Impetuous man at my door
Impatient man asking for more
A risk taker who’s weighed the odds
Checked his conscience, checked his gods
Stands at the threshold with a careless grin
Looks around before coming in
Then seated there, he looks at ease
No one but himself to please
Stepping lightly, I avoid his glance
He sees me then, sees his chance
He stares at me and I at him
The odds are good more than slim
He’s suddenly in front of me
Standing there he’s touching me
Pressed against me he is grand
I feel the need I take his hand
He walks with me down the hall
He presses me against the wall
Impetuous man how he groans
Impatient man how he moans
He’s the one who leads the game
Moaning too, I say his name
For this moment he is mine
The timing’s right and this is fine
But of course he must go
When he’ll return, I do not know
Impetuous man at my door
Impatient man asking for more
He gets all the credit
She gets all the blame
He gets to keep his pride
She gets to live in shame
He gets all the assets
She gets all the debt
Her sins are not forgiven
His we must forget
He gets to keep his freedom
He gets all the glory
She gets to be his servant
She must not tell her story
He gets to keep his privacy
He gets to be the boss
She is under scrutiny
She must accept the loss
He gets to have his fun
She gets to clean up shit
She must not object
Or complain a little bit
He gets to name the terms
He gets to say it’s so
Does anybody wonder
Why she might want to go?
I’ll be on my way now, Cowboy
See ya, see ya
Too busy for this game
See ya, see ya
Don’t want your money, Darlin’
Keep it, keep it –
Can’t buy my happiness, Baby
Need it, need it
Don’t want your big house, Baby
Keep it, keep it
Can’t buy my happiness, Darlin’
Need it, need it
Don’t want your attitude, Honey
Keep it, keep it
Can’t buy my dignity, Sweetie
Need it, need it
Can’t sell my soul, Sugar
Need it, need it
Can’t sell my soul, Cupcake
Need it, need it
I’ll be on my way now, Cowboy
See ya, see ya
Too busy for this game
See ya, see ya
When Luck and Timing are both on my side
Then it’s only just for me to decide
To look for those gals
Cause sometimes they hide
Just around the corner and up along the bend
There they are with a hand to lend
Those beautiful gals are such a delight
When they smile on you, everything’s all right
The cool part is that they smile a lot
They remind me often of the favors I’ve got
With dear Good Timing and sweet Good Luck
I need never fear that I’d ever be stuck
They flutter like fairies
On a sunset that tarries
And each of them carries
An aura of pleasure
And joys to be had
Because nothing can ever turn out too bad
When those beautiful gals are both on my side
Even though it seems that sometimes they hide.
A rainy day is a day for sleep
A lonely heart has cause to weep
The love you have is all you may keep
A rainy day is a day for reflection
Empty arms long for affection
Will the love in your heart still offer direction?
On a rainy day such as this
Is it wrong to still remember his kiss?
It’s something I feel I would always miss
On a rainy day with a drowsy dream
That tastes of honey and peaches and cream
But we’ve grown apart in each other’s esteem
It isn’t the way either one of us said
He’s taken another into his bed
Into his arms and into his head
One more step and she’ll have his heart
And we’ll be divided, even more apart
Perhaps she’s sweet, the little tart
Who am I kidding? It was bound to be
One of many, to him – that is me
And not the prettiest for him to see
His love is gone and I’m flat alone
So sleep is best thing I condone
Sleep next to the dear old telephone
To get out of this world and away from the pain
Until I wake up all alone again
And I have to keep trying forever and then-
Then try some more not to be sad
And not think about what the two of us had
Try to look for cause to be glad
Until a rainy day brings cause to sleep
And I go to my dreams – my dreams are deep.
For my lonely heart has cause to weep.
In the mornings on her balcony
She enjoys her precious privacy
Early risen, up at dawn
One good stretch, one good yawn
A cup of coffee in solitude
In an early morning mood
Most of the world is not awake
This quiet time she likes to take
In the mornings on her balcony
A cactus blooms so beautifully
Night blooming cactus, early dawn
As she awakens with another yawn
She wants to stay here, freeze this frame
She wants tomorrow to be the same
Pure and fresh as morning dew
Soft sweet air, a lovely view
In the mornings on her balcony
Birds are singing happily
She is free with no disguise
But alas, the sun will rise
The solitude will fade away
As others too, begin their day
But still she has the memory
Of mornings on her balcony
For all the times my mama cried
For all the times my husband lied
For all the times I died inside
That’s why I sing The Blues
That’s why I sing The Blues
For all the times all hope was lost
For all the tears betrayal cost
For all the ways my heart was tossed
That’s why I sing The Blues
That’s why I sing The Blues
For when I tried and tried again
For all we knew from way back then
For all that was and could have been
That’s why I sing The Blues
That’s why I sing The Blues
For all that deep and dark despair
For all the times he didn’t care
Forgotten love who didn’t dare
That’s why I sing The Blues
That’s why I sing The Blues
He got me there
Starts with a stare
All so unfair
But I wanted it
Wrestled and fought
Never was caught
Was all for naught
But I wanted it
Damn what a tiff
Edge of the cliff
What if, what if?
I still wanted it
This could work
Don’t be a jerk
Another quirk
I still wanted it
Really a thug
A sexy mug
He’s like a drug
And she wanted it
And pretty quick
He’s such a dick
It’s getting thick
But she wanted it
He got her there
Starts with a stare
All so unfair
But she wanted it
A piece of me
Is never free
It’ll always be
That I wanted it
But in the end
He’s not a friend
Lady can bend
Though I wanted it
Helluva dance
A bygone chance
Stopped with a glance
Not wanting it
