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Adventure Girl
All That American Night
Baby I Can Hear My Heart Start Singing
Bless Her Heart
Blue California
Change Your Mind and Go
Change Your Mind About Christmas
Everybody Got Everything
Hammered and Nailed
Hearts of Blue
Hello Choo Choo Baby
Hillbilly Juice
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©Kent Rose Memory Train Pubishing / BMI
Well my baby looks like a school teacher I know
But she do the wild thing on the late late show
Can’t judge a book starin’ at the cover
Doggone she’s my kind of lover
Yeah my baby looks like a school teacher I know
Well my baby she might be working on a college degree
But she don’t ever put no airs up on me
She don’t let her education
Stand in the way of the love sensation
Yeah my baby she might be working on a college degree
She’s action packed and that’s a fact
Total satisfaction from the front to the back
Action packed she got the knack
B I N G O paddywhack
From the deep blue sea across the railroad track
My baby’s action packed
Action packed
Givin’ me a heart attack
You got that right, Jack
Action packed
Well my baby she’s got her own kind of civilized ways
I remember her rockin’ when Jimi played Purple Haze
I tell ya boys, I don’t mean maybe
Mmmmmmmmmmm baby
Yea my baby she’s got her own kind of civilized ways
Adventure Girl
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
Riding on a train
Long night ahead
I should be sleeping
But I’m dreaming instead
Watch out, boys, for those
Long dark curls
That’s why everybody talks to Adventure Girl
Whole lot of shaking
Coming down the track
The moon got dizzy and
The night turned black
She ain’t no diamond but
she shines like a pearl
That’s why everybody talks to Adventure Girl
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Adventure Girl she can’t stop mmmmoving
Might be busy but she keeps improving
Nobody wins but they all
Give it a whirl
That’s why everybody talks to Adventure Girl
Punched my ticked
Pulled down the shade
All my bags are packed and
My bills are paid
Coming down the aisle
Watch her give it a twirl
That’s why everybody talks to Adventure Girl
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All That American Night
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
The promoter took the cash box and split for Vegas
Left the band with nothing but pack it up and go
This motel room we’re crowding ain’t the greatest
But it’s better than sleeping by the side of the road
At a truck stop where the neon signs are burning
All the stars up in the sky they tumble down
We’ve been here before but we’ll soon be returning
Another honkeytonk in another lonesome town
All that highway, all that American night
Technicolor sunset turns to black and white
The wheels keep rolling ‘til the city’s out of sight
All that highway, all that American night
There’s a jukebox with a memory in the corner
Every time the needle drops I get a thrill
Might be living on hard times and hand-me-downs
Fats Domino’s still up on Blueberry Hill
All that highway, all that American night
Technicolor sunset turn to black and white
The wheels keep rolling until the city’s out of sight
All that highway, all that American night
Baby I Can Hear My Heart Start Singing
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
I was down and nearly out
I was drowning in doubt
Waiting for, oh, a hand to hold
I turned away and turned my back
Live out on a lonesome track
Watching all, all the good times roll
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Oh, baby I can hear my heart start singing
Lately I can hear that sweet old song
Baby I can hear my heart start singing
Lovin’ so right just can’t be wrong
So I got up and out the door
Couldn’t sit here any more
Wanting just, just to talk to you
And with the kiss that I receive
Now I again believe
That wishing sometimes can come true
Oh, baby I can hear my heart start singing
Lately I can see when my love come down
Baby I can hear my heart start singing
Ever since the day you came around
It’s a melody in me
With no beginning and no end
The minute I hear it just one time
I gotta gotta hear it again
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Bless Her Heart
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
Well I went to the doctor he shook his head
“Maybe you shoulda stayed in bed
I got news but it sure ain’t good
You got more things wrong than any man should
High blood pressure to the moon
You’ll explode too soon
A heart attack wearin’ your name
With an invitation to a dangerous game
Yeah you know my baby really loves me
That’s a pretty good start,
Bless her heart I’m fallin’ apart
Yeah you know baby thinkin’ of me
At the top of her chart
Bless her heart I’m fallin’ apart
I got the arth-a- ritis and the Asiatic flu
I slipped my disc tryin’ to do the boogaloo
While walkin’ the dog I got bit
I ran across the street I got hit
The car didn’t stop tires didn’t squeal
He was in a hurry and I’m no big deal
He got a date with Sally Mae
Well I wouldn’t want to be the one to stand in his way
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Blue California
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
If they try to warn ya
It’s blue California
Your good words ring hollow
On these deaf old ears
Your sympathy sours
On a heart filled with tears
I’m out of control
I’ve stripped all my gears
If they try to warn ya
It’s blue California
It seems like the highways
Were all headed west
As for my future
Well I couldn’t guess
What lay two thousand miles
Away from the nest
If they try to warn ya
It’s blue California
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It’s so bluuuuue
Like the ocean I see
And the sky up above
And the feelings got me
There’s no use in cryin’
And no one to tell
Except the empty city streets
And the last mission bell
I’ve got holes in the soles
Of my last pair of shoes
Found a dollar today
I’m wondering who is gonna
Claim it by name and leave me
Nothing to lose
If they try to warn ya
It’s blue California
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I got the blue California blues.
Change Your Mind and Go
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
There are tears in my eyes most of the time now
Though I try hard not to let them show
But there’ll be tears enough to last a lifetime
If you should ever change your mind and go
Yes the sun still will rise every morning
But it might as well rain or snow
I don’t want to look outside my window
If you should ever change your mind and go
A woman and a friend to keep my company
A lover who keeps me satisfied
And a promise that goes without saying
And a joy that’s the other side of pride
Hand in hand down the street to the party
Young lovebirds fly, belle and beau
But it’s only the restless walk alone tonight
Like me if you should change your mind and go
‘Cuz hearts ain’t only for the breaking
Or love just to be deceived
My dreams they’re yours for the taking
Sweetheart you’re all that I need
I guess I’m young for an old fool so crazy
But more than all the wise men know
Just what it takes to stake a man to misery
If you should ever change your mind and go
Change Your Mind about Christmas
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
Holidays can be sad
When a man is feeling bad
Now that Mom and Dad are gone
I’m only barely hanging on
Near that mistletoe forlorn
True love tattered and torn
No family to greet
Just a walk down an empty street
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Let me know if you change your mind about Christmas
Is there still some room beneath the Christmas tree?
Let me know if you change your mind about Christmas
If you do I know you’ve changed your mind about me
Hear the little children laugh in
Dusty faded photographs
Decoration on display
In case someone arrives today
See that table set for two
I hope that one of them is you
If the weather’s bad, and it might be
Well, that’s what makes a memory
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Everybody Got Everything
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
I used to be close to Short Fat Fanny
Now I can’t even talk to her granny
Suddenly lightning flash from above
And I took a ride in the Tunnel of Love
Everybody got everything
We all wound up in the center ring
With a root toot toot and a ring a ding ding
Everybody got everything
Diamond Rita and Handsome Jack
Down by the river in a red Cadillac
With the radio blasting nothing by noise
Who cares when you’ve got a bundle of joy
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Read all about it in the papers today
Man won a million and threw it all away
On wine and women and a luxury place
He died with a smile all over his face
Hammered and Nailed
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
Hammered and nailed
Caught on my way home
Hammered and nailed
Gimme one call on the telephone
Hey pretty baby make my bail
I got hammered and nailed
Hammered and nailed
One when I hit the barroom
Two to drown my thirst
By the time I got to number three
I couldn’t remember my first
Mighta been Tennessee whiskey
Or glass of than Tanqueray gin
I don’t know what put me here
But look at the trouble I’m in
Hammered and nailed
Caught on my way home
Hammered and nailed
Gimme one call on the telephone
Hey pretty baby make my bail
I got hammered and nailed
Hammered and nailed
Blue light in the mirror
Pullin’ me over to the side
Looks like I’m going to have to take
One nightmare jailhouse ride
I know things could be better
But things sure could be worse
Wind up in an old pine coffin
In the back of somebody’s hearse and get
Hammered and nailed
Caught on my way home
Hammered and nailed
Gimme one call on the telephone
Hey pretty baby make my bail
I got hammered and nailed
Hammered and nailed
Hearts of Blue
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
There’s a bluebird at my window
In the branches of a tree
And the sad song that he’s singing
Finds a home inside of me
Where there once was a heart
Now there’s just a memory
Of a loving, gentle woman
And this fool who set her free
Why oh why was I so blind
To a tenderness so true
Why do I make the flowers in springtime
All look like hearts of blue?
Hearts of blue-ooo-ooo-ooo
Hearts of blue-ooo-ooo-ooo
What does it take to make me see
All the love I had in you
Why oh why was I unkind
To the best pal I knew
Why do flowers in the springtime
Look like hearts of blue?
All the poets and the sages
Empty wisdom in their words
Easy lies and sweet sweet nothings
That was all I ever heard
Now the laughter dies around me
And the parties come to an end
All I’m left with is an empty bottle
Still just looking for one good friend
Why oh why was I so blind
To a tenderness so true
Why do I make the flowers in springtime
All look like hearts of blue?
Hello Choo Choo Baby
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
Hello choo choo baby
Hello choo choo gal
Haven't seen you lately
Are you still my loving' pal?
Why do I remember
The first time we met
January through December
Not one day do I regret
From sun up until supper time
All the evening through
There's nothing on the calendar
But spending time with you
I'll put down this old guitar
For an hour, maybe two
And sing an old familiar song
The way we always do do da do do
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Hello choo choo baby
Hello choo choo gal
Haven't seen you lately
Are you still my loving' pal?
Why do I remember
The first time we met
January through December
Not one day do I regret
scatting
From summer time till winter time
Beneath the falling snow
The wild wind may be howling
But there's no place we've got to go
I'll pick up this old guitar
Play a melody I know
And watch the hours tumble down
Like a row of domi no no no no no
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Hillbilly Juice
©Kent Rose Memory Train Publishing / BMI
It takes a whole lot of Hank
And a mighty mess of Merle
And a little bit of Lester
When he used to play with Earl
It takes a man on the move
And a woman on the loose
Lookin’ for a little drink
Of that hillbilly juice
It’s a two-step dance
On a hardwood floor
And the Tupelo cat
Like he was before
And a cowboy rides
On his old cayuse
Lookin’ for a drink
Of that hillbilly juice
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Lookin’ for a little driiiiiiinnnnnk
Hillbilly juice
Lookin’ for a little driiiiiiinnnnnk
Hillbilly Juice
That’s the way it used to be
Back before you changed your name
Found your picture on a postcard
In the Country Hall of Fame
On an old guitar
Top made of spruce
Sweet as a drink
Of that hillbilly juice
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