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Baby Won't You Come Home
(Jon Randall)

I'm tired of smoking cigarettes
I'm tired of my own whiskey breath
I'm tired of crying without warning
And staying up till morning
Baby, won't you come home

I'm tired of lying 'bout you leavin'
I'm tired of my friends not believin'
I'm tired of my defenses crashin'
And actin' like I'm laughin'
Baby, won't you come home

(CHORUS)
I've been a mess since the day you left me
I must confess that I've been unhealthy
Please get on back here baby you will see
Living without you is gonna kill me

I'm tired of feelin' my heart breakin'
I'm tired of hurtin' till I'm shakin'
I'm tired of things that I can't undo
Don't you know I love you
Baby, won't you come home come on home

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Baby won't you come home
Baby won't you come home
Baby won't you come home
Please come on home

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In The Country
(Jon Randall, Gary Scruggs)

There's a little place I have found
Just a few miles outside of this town
Blacktop two-lane to red dirt road
We can lay back lighten out load
In the country
Yeah, yeah in the country

Say goodbye to the big city blues
Put on a smile kick off our shoes
Skinny dip in a lazy stream
Sleep like babies, live our dreams
In the country
Yeah, yeah in the country

(CHORUS)
Turn loose let it go
Let's get lost, find our souls
In the country
Yeah, yeah
A million stars when the sun goes down
Come on baby we can go to town
In the country
Yeah, yeah in the country

Plant a little kiss, love grows wild
Watch it spread for miles and miles
Just me and you, hey what do you say
Heaven's no more than a stone's throw away
In the country
Yeah, yeah in the country

(REPEAT CHORUS)

There's a little place I have found
Just a few miles outside of this town
In the country
Yeah, yeah in the country

© 2005 Reynsong Publishing Corp. / Wha Ya Say Music (BMI) / G Scruggs Songs / admin. by Bug (BMI).
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North Carolina Moon
(Jon Randall, Ronnie Stewart)

I woke up this morning to the humming of the engines
Hauling nature's finest from the Gulf of Mexico
Ridin' this ol' river is peaceful but it's lonesome
It makes wonder how the old folks are at home

(CHORUS)
Now the years have blown by me like the wind through the pines
But the song of the south is ever sweet as homemade wine
Oh how I miss those mountains when the Laurels are in bloom
And the southern stars are dancin' 'round a North Carolina moon

Just rolled through Memphis I could hear them guitar's a playing
They had the blues so bad it almost broke my heart
Don't sound nothing like a band of tree frogs singing
When every now and then they'd get in tune with grandpa's harp

(REPEAT CHORUS)

When I die boys make me this promise
You'll send my body back up North Carolina way
I don't want no tombstone just lay me next to mama
And let the honeysuckle grow wild upon my grave

(REPEAT CHORUS)

© 2005 Reynsong Publishing Corp. / Wha Ya Say Music (BMI) / Whayaknow Music / admin. by Wrensong Music (ASCAP).
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Somebody Else
(Jon Randall)

There's a light that keeps on shinning
And it shines until my eyes are sore
There's a thought I keep on thinkin'
I guess I'll think it 'til I can't think no more

(CHORUS)
It goes baby won't you love me
I can't do it by myself
It's too big a job you see
It's gonna take somebody else

There's a bottle I keep on drinkin'
Guess I'll drink until it's gone
There's a song I keep on singin'
Guess I'll sing it all night long

(REPEAT CHORUS)

I keep staring at her picture
Guess I'll stare until it fades away
There's a letter I keep writing
But I don't know what to say

(REPEAT CHORUS)

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Long Way Down
(Jon Randall)

Used to think in circles get all tangled up inside
One day I finally came unwound
I jumped off the deep end to get a bird's eye point of view
And it's a long way down

(CHORUS)
It's a long, it's a long way down
It's a long, it's a long way down

If you ever get confused, you don't know where to turn
Go check with the lost and found
And you'll find yourself at the end of your own rope
And it's a long way down

(REPEAT CHORUS)

But these days I'm flying high
I'm walking on the wind
I'll never let my feet touch the ground
I just turn off the evening news so I don't lose my faith
Cause it's a long way down

(REPEAT CHORUS)

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Whiskey Lullaby
(Jon Randall, Bill Anderson)

She put him out like the burning end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart
He spent his whole life trying to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night

(CHORUS 1)
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally blew away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her 'till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing Lullaby)

The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years
She tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night

(CHORUS 2)
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger

And finally blew away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Then the strength she had to get up off her knees
They found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
They laid her next to him beneath the willow
And the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

(Sing Lullaby)

And the angels sang a whiskey lullaby

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Austin
(Jon Randall)

Where did all my friends go
What happened to my scene
Feels like the Memphis Mafia
Up and left the king

And I've been swimming for redemption
But I'm drowning in bureaucracy
And I can't find exemption
From all the mediocrity

(CHORUS)
And the whiskey and women in this town are killing me
If I don't put new boots on I won't ever get on my feet
I've been running with the devil and there's gonna be hell to pay
If I don't get to Austin I swear I'm gonna fade away
I swear I'm gonna fade away

I don't mean to bitch and judge
But baby I gotta go
Where they still play Merle Haggard
And the girls love to rock and roll
And I've been looking for perspective
Between the highway signs
But all roads lead to Texas
Ya'll look me up some time

(REPEAT CHORUS)

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I Shouldn't Do This
(Jon Randall)

I shouldn't do this was the last thing I heard me say
When I bought her champagne and hid my wedding ring
One drink led to another and another to a kiss
And I told myself I shouldn't do this

I shouldn't do this was the last thing I heard me say
When I gave her a ride 'cause she'd had too much to drink
She gave herself so freely
I could not resist
And I told myself I shouldn't do this

(CHORUS)
How I wish that I had listened to that little voice inside
Say you're gonna lose your woman, man have you lost your mind
And that hold got a little deeper as the lies fell off my lips
And I told myself I shouldn't do this

I shouldn't do this was the last thing I heard me say
When I rolled through the front door coming home way too late
Well I stumbled through excuses but the truth is hard to twist
And I told myself I shouldn't do this

(REPEAT CHORUS)

I shouldn't do this was the last thing I heard me say

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Coming Back For More
(Jon Randall, Gary Nicholson)

My buddies say don't do it
There's no way I can win
They've seen you put me through it
Time and time again
Does it make you happy baby
To make me so sad
How can a woman that looks so good
Make a man feel so bad

(CHORUS)
I just keep on coming back for more
It's so wrong, I know what I'm in for
Every time I say I'm walkin' away
I crawl back to your door
Comin' back for more

Don't you know you hurt me
The way you do your dance
When you start to work me
I don't stand a chance
Cause you got all the power
You like to throw it around
You turn me every which way but loose
And then you turn me down

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Every time I say I'm walkin' away
I crawl back to your door
Comin' back, comin' back for more

© 2005 Reynsong Publishing Corp. / Wha Ya Say Music (BMI) / Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing / Gary Nicholson Music LLC (ASCAP).
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Lonely For Awhile
(Jon Randall, Gary Nicholson)

They say the only cure for losing a woman
Is another woman
But I'm not so sure that's true
Anyone could look in these eyes and know
I got a long way to go
Before I am over you
The only thing that's gonna help
Is a little time to myself

(CHORUS)
I just need to be lonely for awhile
Take the time to dig down deep and find an honest smile
I don't want to try to pretend
I'm ready to love again
I just need to be lonely for awhile
I just need to be lonely for awhile

Friends keep settin' me up with friends
But another friend
Ain't what I need right now
I need to start looking back inside
Try to find the pride
I lost when you walked out
I gotta learn to love myself
Before I can love anyone else

(REPEAT CHORUS)

I just need a little time to cry
And find a way to say goodbye
I just need to be lonely for awhile
I just need to be lonely for awhile

© 2005 Reynsong Publishing Corp. / Wha Ya Say Music (BMI) / Sony/ATV Cross Keys Publishing (ASCAP) / Gary Nicholson Music LLC (ASCAP).
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Walking Among The Living
(Jon Randall, Jessi Alexander)

I could hear them talking as I was layin' in that hole
With a mountain of trouble weighing on my soul
They all stood around kicking dirt on my grave
It's a miracle I'm standing here today

(CHORUS)
I'm walking among the living again
I'm talkin' and breathing forgiving of my sins
Finding new faith in the arms of old friends
I'm walking among the living

Now the morning sun is warmer on my skin
I'm hearing nature's song, smelling flowers again
This world is so much brighter than I've ever known
And I swear I heard angels
When I rolled away the stone

(REPEAT CHORUS)

© 2005 Reynsong Publishing Corp. / Wha Ya Say Music (BMI) / WB Music Corp. (ASCAP).
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No Southern Comfort
(Jon Randall, John Scott Sherrill)

Just another lazy southern Sunday
The time is hanging in the air
There's a hoot owl softly calling
Off in the distance somewhere

But there's nothing left for me to go back home to
There's nothing left to do but drive around
And there's nothing left to say that'll make it be ok
And there ain't no comfort in the south

(CHORUS)
So let the willow weep a little harder
And let the dirt roads all lead out of town
That old magnolia wind done let me down
Sweet Dixie cannot fix me now
There ain't no southern comfort anyhow

Yeah the honeysuckle all along the fence line
The Georgia sun keeps pouring down
And that shade beneath the pines was made to ease my mind
But there ain't no comfort in the south

(REPEAT CHORUS)

Yeah that old magnolia wind let me down
Sweet Dixie cannot fix me now
There ain't no southern comfort anyhow
No there ain't no southern comfort anyhow

© 2005 Reynsong Publishing Corp. / Wha Ya Say Music (BMI) / Sony/ATV Tree Publishing / Big Yellow Dog Music / City Wolf Music (BMI).
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My Life
(Robert Lee Castleman, Melanie Castleman)

Some folks moan when things go wrong
But hey not me
Me I'll be on the sunny side that's the place to be
In my life
Cause it's my life, even if it's out of control

There ain't no stoppin' my do-woppin' all night long
By request I'm at my best when the pressure's on
In my life
Cause it's my life, even if it's out of control

Every dark cloud has a silver lining
Every little tear leaves a sparkle in my eye
And someday soon in a rubber room
I'll finally figure out how to get it right

My opinion may not count but that's all I got
The world keeps spinning round and round
No matter what
In my life
Cause it's my life, even if it's out of control

© 2005 Live Slow Music (BMI) / Cassamel Publishing (ASCAP).
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Til I Found You
(Jon Randall/Jessi Alexander/Gary Nicholson)

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I carried 'round this restless soul
Til it began to take its toll
I took the hard road every time
And I would lose for losin's sake
Just to feel how it felt to break
I was so afraid to look inside

(CHORUS)
And I don't know why I was running
I don't know what I was trying to prove
I got so lost in my own shadows
That I couldn't find myself til I found you

I think of all the times I felt
I didn't know how to cry for help
Cause everyone else had given up
So when you shined your light on me
It took a while for me to see
I was meant to be safe by your love

(REPEAT CHORUS)

(SOLO)

(REPEAT CHORUS)

I got so lost in my own shadow
That I couldn't find myself til I found you
No, I couldn't find myself til I found you

© 2005 Reynsong Publishing Corp. / Wha Ya Say Music (BMI) / Sony/ATV Tree Publishing / Big Yellow Dog Music / City Wolf Music (BMI).
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I Don't Go There Anymore
written by Jon Randall / Billy Lawson
Jon Randall - vocals/acoustic guitar
Lorrie Morgan - harmony
From John Randall "Cold Coffee Morning"

I use to think about the good old times
I use to go there in my mind
But the tears start to fall
So I don't go there anymore

I use to dream about your touch
But now I don't sleep that much
I found shelter from the storm
So I don't go there anymore

I keep my distance from your memory
Lord it came close to killing me
I been out and down that road before
So I don't go there any more

I use to take your picture out
But your smile would bring me down
Now it's locked up in a drawer
So I don't go there anymore

I keep my distance from your memory
Lord it came close to killing me
I been out and down that road before
So I don't go there any more
So I don't go there any more




Afraid Of The Dark
written by Jon Randall
From Jon Randall "Willin"
Eminent Records 1999
Sony / ATV Music
Jon Randall - vocals/12 string guitar
Larry Atamanuik - drums
Roy Huskey Jr - bass
Brent Truitt - organ
Jerry Douglas - lap steel guitar
Randy Stewart - harmony

Baby turn on the light
I wanna see your face
I don't trust you out of sight
Afraid that you might fall from grace

Where does that leave me
When your broken halo's on the ground
Or maybe the question here should be
What goes on when the lights go out

It's not that I'm so scared of losing
It's not that I fear a broken heart
But I like to see the road I'm choosing
I guess I'm afraid of the dark

I guess I'm afraid of the dark
You come and go like a desert breeze
I swore I'd never let you in
You kick down my wall any time you please
Just to build it up again
How can you love so carelessly
How can you be so willing
Then you lay here silently
Making pictures on the ceiling
It's not that I'm so scared of losing
It's not that I fear a broken heart
But I like to see the road I'm choosing
I guess I'm afraid of the dark
I guess I'm afraid of the dark
Oo yea yea
You keep me afraid of the dark




Breaking The Rules
written by Jon Randall
From Jon Randall "Willin"
Eminent Records 1999
Sony / ATV Music
Jon Randall - vocals / acoustic guitar
Harry Stinson - drums
Dave Pomeroy - bass
Steve Conn - accordion
Jerry Douglas - dobro
Sam Bush - mandolin / harmony
John Cowan - harmony
Scott Vestal - banjo

They drove out to the desert in a pick up truck
Drank a toast to Parsons then they lit up
Bathed in the moonlight of a cool summer night
They listened to Dylan and talked about life
Until they ran out of whiskey and things to say
A half a tank of gas got?em back to L.A.
Now they're flying up and down the boulevard
Crawlin up Hollywood and Vine
They're throwing stones and stepping way over the line
They're breaking all the rules tonight
They headed down to Memphis in a cherry red Vette
Signed the wall at Graceland looked around in the jet
Parked up on Union walked down on Beale
Skinny dipped in the ol' Miss just to see how it would feel
Then he asked her to marry him she said ok
Now the old man river will never be the same
They're making love out on the interstate
Swerving in the left lane passing time
They're throwing stones and stepping way over the line
They're breaking all the rules tonight

SOLO

Just a kid from Texas in an old Mustang
Set out with a plan he had a song to sing
He wound up in Nashville with all the drunks and whores
But he's saving face and keeping score
Cause he's on a mission he's got it all
He's got a loud guitar he's kicking down the walls
Cause he's had all he can take from this old town
And with the finger pointed towards the sky
He's throwing stones and stepping way over the line
He's breaking all the rules tonight
He's throwing stones and stepping way over the line
He's breaking all the rules tonight




I Can't Drive You From My Mind
by Jon Randall / Rodney Crowell / Kevin Montgomery
From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning" Unreleased CD
Elektra / Asylum Records 1999

This old road goes on forever
Just like the sound of goodbye
Watching the rain dance in the heavens
Wishing this old mustang could fly
I still hear the screen door slamming
It sounds like thunder in my mind
I still see your ring spinning on the floor
Just like these wheels roll thru the night
The rear view mirror tells a story
Of a life I left behind
These old wheels keep turning round and round and round
I can't drive you from my mind
These all night stations make me lonesome
I hear myself in every song
Looking at the lights of Amarillo
Just one more place I know I don't belong
I know I could have loved you better
I never let you show me how
Out here thing they look so different
But it's all behind me now
The rear view mirror tells a story
Of a life I left behind
These old wheels keep turning round and round and round
I can't drive you from my mind
These old wheels keep turning round and round and round
I can't drive you from my mind




Can't Find The Words
written by Jon Randall
From Jon Randall "Willin"
Eminent Records 1999
Sony / ATV Songs
Kim Richey - harmony
Harry Stinson - drums
Dave Pomeroy - bass
Kenny Vaughn - guitar
Richard McLaurin - guitar
Tom Britt - slide guitar
Steve Conn - wurlitzer
Jon Randall - vocals / acoustic guitar / electric guitar

I found all the lies
I found all the times that she cried
I searched my soul and the back of my mind
But I can't find the words that told her goodbye
I found all the crime
Found bits and pieces of love thrown aside
I've been down the road and I've been low and high
But I can't find the words that told her goodbye
And I can find the rain
When I come in out of the pain
I can find the time to lose my mind
But I can't find the words that told her goodbye

SOLO

And I can find the rain
When I come in out of the pain
I can find the time to lose my mind
But I can't find the words that told her goodbye
I found new ways to cry
I found the future that I left behind
I've seen the light but I must be blind
Cause I can't find the words




Can't Hurt Anymore
written by Jon Randall
From Jon Randall "Willin"
Eminent Records 1999
WhaYaSay Music(BMI)
Jon Randall - vocals / acoustic guitar
Emmylou Harris - harmony
Jerry Douglas - dobro

You won't see me hanging around like a long lost friend
With my ear glued to some pay phone calling you up again
Cause I've had all of the one last times
I'll crawl in or out that door
And this pointing finger's all crooked and worn
And it won't shift the blame no more
We're out of pictures to hide the fist holes
Covering this bedroom wall
And I'm out of whiskey and I'm so out of touch
That I don't give a damn at all
And I'm not sure when our love went south
But it left a long time ago
And left us stranded like a dog in the rain
And we keep diggin up old bones
Oh the words we've tossed around
Like a leaf in a storm
Until we broke each others hearts so bad
That we can't hurt anymore
And what a low down crying shame
The walls we build around our souls
Just to protect ourselves from the one's we love
So we can't hurt anymore

SOLO

Oh the words we've tossed around
Like a leaf in a storm
Until we broke each others hearts so bad
That we can't hurt anymore
And what a low down crying shame
The walls we build around our souls
Just to protect ourselves from the one's we love
So we can't hurt anymore




Circles

This old boy lived down the road from me
Used to drive a beat up Dodge
He showed up drunk as hell one night
Parked in my garage
I had to ask him
How'd you get so lost
Man how do you get so low
He said I've been running around in circles for so long
I didn't know where else to go
See his wife she left him and took the kids
And he never was the same
I guess they were all that he'd been living for
And he shouldered all the blame
He always wondered what made her give up
And why was he the last to know
She'd been running around in circles for so long
She didn't know where else to go
Guess we all lose our way sometimes
Get stuck out on that road
When there's no where left to turn we just stop
The ones we love pay the toll
This old boy lived down the road from me
Today we laid him in the ground
Drove that old dodge right off the river bridge
Without even slowing down
Read the letter he left for his old man
Said God I loved her so
He said I've been running around in circles for so long
I didn't know where else to go




Cold Coffee Morning
written Jon Randall / Bill Andersen
From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning"
Elektra / Asylum Records 1999
Mr Bubba Music Inc (BMI)
Sony / ATV Songs LLC Tree (BMI)

The saddest face I've ever shaved is staring back at me
My eyes look like a roadmap
Lord I ain't slept a wink
So I turned on the radio
Heard the forecast on the news
They're calling for a cold coffee morning and a warm beer afternoon
Better get out my umbrella
There's some teardrops coming down
The radar has detected
A heartache west of town
Now I'm directly in the path of a love that died too soon
It's gonna be a cold coffee morning and a warm beer afternoon

She hit me like a hurricane
And blew my heart away
She clouded up my thinking
And rained on my parade
I'm here in the aftermath
With nothing to hold on to
Nothing but a cold coffee morning and a warm beer afternoon
Better get out my umbrella
There's some teardrops coming down
The radar has detected
A heartache west of town
Now I'm directly in the path of a love that died too soon
It's gonna be cold coffee morning and a warm beer afternoon
Now I'm directly in the path of a love that died too soon
It's gonna be a cold coffee morning and a warm beer afternoon




She Don't Believe In Fairy Tales
by Rodney Crowell / Beth Nielsen Chapman
From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning" Unreleased CD
Elektra / Asylum Records 1999

She close that door
She left the key
She won't be back again
She don?t believe in fairy tales
She read that book she changed the end
She won't be back again
She don't believe in fairy tales
King of broken hearts knight in shinning armor
I can ill afford
You could never charm her
Now she pulled the sword out of that stone
She'd rather be alone
She don't believe in fairy tales

SOLO

King of broken hearts knight in shinning armor
I can ill afford
You could never charm her
Say I love you but that won't do
Unless the words are true
She don't believe in fairy tales
She don't believe in fairy tales




Just Like You
written by Jon Randall
From Jon Randall "What You Don't Know"
RCA Records 1995
Jon Randall - vocals/acoustic guitar
Roy Huskey Jr - bass
Larry Atamanuck - drums
Al Perkins - dobro/lap steel
Emmylou Harris - harmony

It?s 3AM
I'm hanging out with the moon
We're getting to be good friends
It reminds me of you
Sometimes it smiles
And once in a while it's blue
And by morning light it's gone just like you
And there's a whipperwill singing
He seems to know my favorite song
It's just another reminder
Of all that I've done wrong
And thru the silence of the night
The whole world can hear him cry like he knows to
And then he'll up and fly away just like you

SOLO

And there's a feeling I get
And I know without a doubt
Like this cigarette I'm slowly burning out
But I did taste the pain
And thru smoke and the pain I see the truth
Love won't be coming back just like you
Love won't be coming back just like you




Knowing You're There
Written by Madeline Stone / Sam Lorber / Dennis Matkosky
Lorrie Morgan - duet vocal
From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning" Unreleased CD
Elektra / Asylum Records 1999

I have my dreams my share of doubts
Keeping you out is the last thing that I want to do
I need to feel you next to me
Being apart of everything I'm going thru
If you ever went away
I wouldn't last a day
The night doesn't feel so long
The roads seems to go somewhere
The world is a better place
Just knowing your there, knowing your there
I never knew what love could do
I've gotten use to walkin thru life all alone
It's the kind of change that comes on slow
It's in your soul so deep that you can't let it go
You open up your eyes one day
And the clouds are rolled away
The night doesn't feel so long
The roads seems to go somewhere
The world is a better place
Just knowing your there, knowing your there
All I can give you is a promise to be faithful
That isn't half enough of what you've given me
The night doesn't feel so long
The road seems to go somewhere
The world is a better place
Just knowing your there, knowing your there




Only Game In Town
written by Russell Smith / Vince Melamed
From Jon Randall "What You Don't Know"
RCA Records 1995
Jon Randall - vocals/acoustic guitar
David Pomeroy - bass
Steve Turner - drums
Billy Joe Walker Jr - acoustic guitar
Steuart Smith - electric guitar
Paul Franklin - steel guitar
Steve Nathan - piano
Andrea Zonn - harmony

Tonight you just might hit the jackpot
But you know that's not why you came
It's ten to one you'll mind up losing
Even if you find an honest game
Your eyes are drifting across the dance floor
Attracted by a pretty face
You ask yourself am I this loyal
Or just addicted to the chase
It's the same old same old same old same old thing
That old wheel keeps spinning round
It's the same old same old heart break game
Your lucky number might come round
It's the only game in town
You said it hurts so much the last time
You'd never bet your heart again
When love shows up on your doorstep
What can you do but let it in
As she sits down at your table
There's no need for words you understand
Your gamblers heart is beating faster
As she gently takes your hand
It's the same old same old same old same old thing
That old wheel keeps spinning round
It's the same old same old heart break game
Your lucky number might come round
It's the only game in town
It's the same old same old same old same old thing
That old wheel keeps spinning round
It's the same old same old heart break game
Your lucky number might come round
It's the only game in town




Reno And Me
written by Kevin Welch / John Hadley
From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning"
Elektra / Asylum Records 1999
Sony / ATV Songs LLC TREE (BMI)
Jon Randall - vocals
Willie Nelson - vocals
Emmylou Harris - harmony

Reno and Me took the freeway
South out of town on the run
Reno was driving he asked me to go with him
So I turned on the radio
I found us some sweet Emmylou
I sang the harmony low down out of key
Reno just howled at the moon
Somwhere outside Kansas City
On the highway that leads to Cheyenne
The radio quit on a song by a Mexican band
I guess we were lost in thoughts of brown skin girls
Took a couple of wrong turns in a row
But Reno and me we just laughed feeling free
It don't matter which way you go
It don't matter which you go
When you calling the highway your home
But every old towns just your past burning down
It don't matter which way you go
All our old friends got married
They do all their business in town
Climbing a ladder that leads to a hole in the ground
Reno and me we talked it all out
One thing we'll never know
What's the point of a race
Where you stay in one place
Believing you've somewhere to go
It don't matter which way you go
When you calling the highway your home
But every old town s just your past burning down
It don't matter which way you go
It don't matter which you go
When you calling the highway your home
But every old town s just your past burning down
It don't matter which way you go




She Reminds Me Of Texas
written Mark Marchett / Stephanie Jones
From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning"
Elektra / Asylum Records 1999
Sony / ATV Songs LLC Tree (BMI)

Two thousand miles from Austin
Playing this dive up in Boston
Another city I'm lost in
Just a stranger in town
She caught my eye when I saw her
Somehow it seems like I knew her
Something familiar about her
Made me turn around
She reminds me of Texas
Makes me feel right at home
I let down my defenses
I don't feel so alone
Must be the blue bonnet blue eyes
Eyes that sparkle like fire flies
She's a little wild and reckless
She reminds me of Texas

SOLO

She's like a tumble weed blowing
Like a wild flower growing
On her own never knowing
What she's gonna find
Yes she?s a drifter just like me
Independent and fancy free
In search of what's meant to be
With her heart open wide
She reminds me of Texas
Makes me feel right at home
I let down my defenses
I don't feel so alone
Must be the blue bonnet blue eyes
Eyes that sparkle like fire flies
She's a little wild and reckless
She reminds me of Texas
She's a little wild and reckless
She reminds me of Texas




Standin Still

Here comes that highway honey
Ain't much behind us but the road
That rear view mirror's funny
It's all fogged up and it ain't even cold
Pretty soon I'll hit the gas babe
I'll admit this driving fast is a chore
That man who drives the slow lane
He takes his time and that's for sure
I do admire patience
Sometimes I've got to ask for more
This ain't no treadmill baby
This here's a trip around the world
I won't pass on no curve
I won't pass on no hills
I won't pass until I'm sure
I can pass them like their standin still
I can pass them like their standin still
Blow a kiss and wave goodbye babe
Roll the window down and touch the wind
I know your worried honey
That you won't see this place again
We'll come around when time permits
Until then the distance is your friend
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
So you and I don't have to wander far
See ourselves as born together
You look so brave and beautiful
This ain't no treadmill baby
This here's a trip around the world
I won't pass on no curve
I won't pass on no hills
I won't pass until I'm sure
I can pass them like their standin still
I won't pass on no curve
I won't pass on no hills
I won't pass until I'm sure
I can pass them like their standin still
I can pass them like their standin still
I can pass them like their standin still




The Heartbreak Kind
written by Paul Kennerly / Marty Stuart
From Jon Randall "Cold Coffee Morning"
Elektra / Asylum Records 1999
Irving Music / Little March Music / Songs Of PolyGrm Intl (BMI)

You're lying all alone at night
Listen to the rain that's falling down
You're calling out your baby's name
Ah but she just ain't around
Sleep don't come at all
You can't ease a troubled mind
Yea they call it love
Ah but it's the heartbreak kind
Rumors whispered low
There's been talk around the town
The phone don't ring no more
Friends they say don't come around
Suspicion running high
But she says everything is just fine
She tells you that it's love
Ah but it's the heartbreak kind

SOLO

There's darkness all around
As the evening shadows fall
Time keeps draggin by
But she ain't coming home at all
You tell yourself she still cares
But pretty soon you're gonna find
You thought it was a lasting love
Ah but it's the heartbreak kind
You thought it was a lasting love
Ah but it's the heartbreak kind




What You Don't Know
written by Jim Lauderdale / John Leventhal
From Jon Randall "What You Don't Know"
RCA Records 1995
Mighty Nice Music / Laudersongs / Lev-A-Tunes (ASCAP)
Jon Randall - vocals / acoustic guitar
Roy Huskey Jr - bass
Larry Atamanuck - drums
Al Perkins - dobro / lap steel
Sam Bush - mandolin
Trisha Yearwood - harmony
Garth Fundis - harmony

Those are the things that nobody tells you
Those are the things that nobody knows
There is a key but you'll never find it
Up to the house where nobody goes
Standing in line down at the station
Hundreds of men without a home
There are some things that nobody tells you
Deep in their hearts where nobody goes
Ooo-oh oh-oh what you don't know
Ooo-oh oo-oh you'd be surprised by what
You don't know

SOLO

Deep in the night a thousand questions
You gotta see right thru the dark
You got to hear and not even listen
Nobody tells you who you are
Ooo-oh oh-oh what you don't know
Ooo-oh oo-oh you'd be surprised by what
You don't know

SOLO

It scares a man when he discovers
Half of the truth is a part of a lie
A woman knows knows what she loves but
Those are the things that nobody tries
Ooo-oh oh-oh what you don't know
Ooo-oh oo-oh you'd be surprised by what
You don't know




Willin'
written by Lowell George
From Jon Randall "Willin"
Eminent Records 1999
Copyright © 1970 Naked Snake Music / Abraham Music (ASCAP)
Al Perkins - steel guitar
John Cowan - bass / harmony
Larry Atamanuik - drums
Brent Truitt - mandolin / harmony
Steve Conn - wurlitzer
Jon Randall - vocals / acoustic guitar

I've been warped by the rain driven by the snow
I'm drunk and dirty don't you know but I'm still yea willing
Drivin the road late at night
I see my pretty Alice in every headlight Alice Dallas Alice
I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari Tehacepi to Tanapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
I've driven the back roads so I won't get weighed
And if you give me weed whites and wine and you show me a sign
I'll be willin to keep moving

SOLO

I've been kicked by the wind robbed by the sleet
Had my head stoved in but I'm still on my feet
I'm still willing

I smuggled smoke for folks in Mexico
Baked by the sun everytime I go to Mexico I'm willin
I've been from Tucson to Tucumcari Tehacepi to Tanapah
Driven every kind of rig that's ever been made
I've driven the back roads so I won't get weighed
And if you give me weed whites and wine and you show me a sign
I'll be willin to keep moving





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