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Magnolia Rain
03:23
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(Written by Jason Kelly Richards & J. Shields)
Your memory’s like a ghost
It haunts me in my sleep
I tried to forget you
Another promise I can’t keep
Our love was young and reckless
But I thought you’d always be mine
But ill winds kept blowing
Until we just stopped trying
Whiskey won’t wash away
This emptiness and pain
My tears fall to the ground
Like magnolias in the rain
Darling, when I first met you
Daylight would never end
Now I curse the dawn
Call the darkness friend
Inside this hopeless heart
There’s no place to run
Can’t find my way
From the shadows to the sun
Whiskey won’t wash away
This emptiness and pain
My tears fall to the ground
Like magnolias in the rain
You were the only one
I’d ever want to take my name
Time may heal these wounds
If you want the truth
I’ll never be the same
Whiskey won’t wash away
This emptiness and pain
My tears fall to the ground
Like magnolias in the rain
Whiskey won’t wash away
This emptiness and pain
My tears fall to the ground
Like magnolias in the rain
Like magnolias in the rain
Like magnolias in the rain
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2. |
Damn Good Alibi
03:23
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(Written by Jason Kelly Richards & J. Shields)
I left Montgomery in a little bit of a hurry
Made it almost to Mobile, fore I began to worry
They had a fair description, the color of the clothes
Of a man robbing a bank a few hours ago
I hit the first local bar, flashed some green, caught her eye
‘Fore I left, I had a woman and a damn good alibi
Sometimes the pieces fall in place
Puts a big smile on your face
All you needs the perfect lie
And a damn good alibi
She was long and lean and conveniently in need of some cash
I had a proposition and she jumped on it fast
Got a room and pretty soon thought I’d learned all I should know
But she failed to inform me of where she’d left a bullet hole
Then the boys in blue kicked down the door
said, “your husband didn’t die,
But if you’re gonna get out of this, you’ll need a damn good alibi”
Just when the pieces fall in place
Fate wipes that smile off your face
And suddenly the perfect lie
Shoots holes in your damn good alibi
The next thing I remember, she flew down the fire escape
Disappeared with all my money, she made a clean break
Said, “Officer, I just met her – but I’ll tell ya’ all I know
Could we do this tomorrow, right now I’ve gotta go”
He said, “Boy, you best just have a seat, start talking don’t be shy,
And if you’re from Montgomery best have a damn good alibi…”
Just when the pieces fall in place
Your plan backfires in your face
No such thing as a perfect lie
There’s only damn good alibis
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(Written by Jason Kelly Richards & J. Shields)
Breakfast lunchtime and even supper
I got a girl who can churn some butter
Dice them taters, scramble them eggs
Makes my appetite stand up and beg
Even on low heat she makes it sizzle
Sure knows how to fire up a griddle
She can toss it, sauce it, shake it or bake it
Bring it to a boil all she needs a little oil
Get the back coils burnin’, taste buds twitchin’
Lord that girl knows her way around the kitchen
She’s a salty little thing, who likes to spice it up
She’s Dom Perignon with a pair of Dixie Cups
If I make it past the first course I may need a bib
Nothing bout dinner gonna be short-lived
Like expensive wine she got a full bouquet
And the spread she serves is the perfect entrée
She can baste it, taste it, whip it or dip it
Hotter than Cayenne, sweet like candied yam
She’s prime rib not country fried chicken
Lord that girl knows her way around the kitchen
Guitar Solo
So ‘fore you get old and start drawing a pension
Find you a girl who knows her way around the kitchen
One who can glaze it, braise it, grill it or chill it
Puree parfait, stoke the flame everyday
Blend it, tend it, steam it or cream it
Fricassee I’m on my knees, oh my God pretty please
Lord that girl knows her way around the kitchen
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4. |
The Wheel
03:13
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(Written by Jason Kelly Richards & J. Shields)
I left Georgia for the Sunshine State
For lunch I packed my papa’s gun
I know now that was my first mistake
Didn’t mean to hurt no one
Sometimes the wheel just goes round
Don’t stop until it grinds you in the ground
Life comes to a screeching halt
You can blame God but it ain’t his fault
Sometimes the wheel just goes round
If I’d been smart I’d read those signs
Left our love in the rearview
Pride can make a man go blind
Only see what he wants to
Sometimes the wheel just goes round
Don’t stop until it grinds you in the ground
Life comes to a screeching halt
You can blame God but it ain’t his fault
Sometimes the wheel just goes round
I found them where I thought they’d be
Didn’t even try to hide
In fact those fools just laughed at me
‘til my barrel caught their eye
Sometimes the wheel just goes round
Don’t stop until it grinds you in the ground
Life comes to a screeching halt
You can blame God but it ain’t his fault
Sometimes the wheel just goes round
I left Georgia for the Sunshine State
I know now that was my first mistake
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5. |
Until I Came Home Naked
03:18
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(Written by Jason Kelly Richards & J. Shields)
We were the perfect couple, two people so connected
Week before the wedding, things got a little hectic
Celebratin’ with the boys, had a few drinks as expected
That’s the last thing I recall, until I came home naked
Wish I could remember what happened to my clothes
Why all I’m wearing is this brand new tattoo
I’d retrace my steps, if I knew where to go
But I can’t even find my shoes
When I got home the door was locked, kinda like I suspected
She told me where I could go each word was quite selective
Thought she like my birthday suit, never once objected
She ran around in hers too, until I came home naked
Wish I could remember what happened to my clothes
Why all I’m wearing is this brand new tattoo
I’d retrace my steps, if I knew where to go
But I can’t even find my shoes
Now I’m packin’ up my bags not much to be collected
Once had quite the wardrobe, no insurance to protect it
Siftin’ through the ashes find a few things unaffected
Never knew she was found of fire, until I came home naked
Wish I could remember what happened to my clothes
Why all I’m wearing is this brand new tattoo
I’d retrace my steps, if I knew where to go
But I can’t even find my shoes
Maybe I’ll be a nudist, then I’ll be accepted
I won’t have to explain next time I come home naked
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6. |
Two Below in Tupelo
02:18
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(Written by Jason Kelly Richards & J. Shields)
Well it’s ninety in the shade and it’s not even noon
I should be sweatin’ like a shotgun groom
But this beauty from the bayou chills me to the bone
Made me fall in love with her then left me all alone
I never needed whiskey
To stay warm in Dixie
But I’m shakin’ like Elvis
In a rock n’ roll show
It’s gettin’ mighty nippy
Here in Mississippi
Feels like it’s two below…in Tupelo
Her body may be smokin’ but her heart’s a deep freeze
If you get too close feel a drop in degrees
You can try your luck, but I’ll give you some advice
Doubt a silver-tongued devil could even melt her ice
I never needed whiskey
To stay warm in Dixie
But I’m shakin’ like Elvis
In a rock n’ roll show
It’s gettin’ mighty nippy
Here in Mississippi
Feels like it’s two below…in Tupelo – go, go, go, go
Guitar Solo
I did my best to please her, but there’s one thing I know
She ain’t ever gonna love me, so I guess I’ll hit the road
Maybe South Dakota, knee deep in the snow
Be warmer there without her than here in Tupelo
I never needed whiskey
To stay warm in Dixie
But I’m shakin’ like Elvis
In a rock n’ roll show
It’s gettin’ mighty nippy
Here in Mississippi
Feels like it’s two below…in Tupelo
Better just leave her alone man…two below in Tupelo
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7. |
Way Around the Kitchen
01:55
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(Written by Jason Kelly Richards & J. Shields)
Breakfast lunchtime and even supper
I got a girl who can churn some butter
Dice them taters, scramble them eggs
Makes my appetite stand up and beg
Even on low heat she makes it sizzle
Sure knows how to fire up a griddle
She can toss it, sauce it, shake it or bake it
Bring it to a boil all she needs a little oil
Get the back coils burnin’, taste buds twitchin’
Lord that girl knows her way around the kitchen
She’s a salty little thing, who likes to spice it up
She’s Dom Perignon with a pair of Dixie Cups
If I make it past the first course I may need a bib
Nothing bout dinner gonna be short-lived
Like expensive wine she got a full bouquet
And the spread she serves is the perfect entrée
She can baste it, taste it, whip it or dip it
Hotter than Cayenne, sweet like candied yam
She’s prime rib not country fried chicken
Lord that girl knows her way around the kitchen
Guitar Solo
So ‘fore you get old and start drawing a pension
Find you a girl who knows her way around the kitchen
One who can glaze it, braise it, grill it or chill it
Puree parfait, stoke the flame everyday
Blend it, tend it, steam it or cream it
Fricassee I’m on my knees, oh my God pretty please
Lord that girl knows her way around the kitchen
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