Party Girl
©2005 Jeffrey L. and Christy D. Howard
Come on out tonight, it'll be all right
We're gonna party-down all night
Let's dance and sing, yell and scream
Blow off a little steam
If the house is rockin', don't bother knockin'
Come on in my door
Don't scratch your head, we're gonna wake the dead
And do what my boss man said:
"You might as well go home, and get that, jukebox perkin'
You ain't workin' hard, hell you're, hardly workin'
party girl"
I'm a party girl
Now come on man, we can get a tan
There might even be a band
Don't make me beg, you'd better shake a leg
Go on and tap that keg
Forget that grind, you can drink some wine
Come on and get in line
Bring all your friends both women and men
And we'll do what my boss man said:
"You might as well go home, and get that, jukebox perkin'
You ain't workin' hard, hell you're, hardly workin'
party girl"
I'm a party girl
Come on out tonight, it'll be all right
We're gonna party-down all night
Let's dance and sing, yell and scream
Blow off a little steam
If the house is rockin', don't bother knockin'
Come on in my door
Don't scratch your head, we're gonna wake the dead
And do what my boss man said:
"You might as well go home, and get that, jukebox perkin'
You ain't workin' hard, hell you're, hardly workin'
Party girl"
I'm a party girl
I'm a party girl
I'm a party girl
Party girl
Living On The Edge Of Sin
©2003 Jeffrey L. and Christy D. Howard
I've got a run-down car, and a beat-up pair of shoes
I've got 14 hungry kids, they're singing me the blues
I'm living, living mighty thin
Smokin' on my cig
Living on the edge of sin
Once I had a mansion, and a long black shiny car
I bet my last dollar, I pushed my luck too far
I'm living, living mighty thin
Smokin' on my cig
Living on the edge of sin
My evil eye is working, and I'm turning up the heat
I got so much love cookin', I'm burning up the street
I'm living, living mighty thin
Smokin' on my cig
Living on the edge of sin
I'm a very bad girl, and you don't know where I've been
I'm lively on my feet, and I just might show some skin
I'm living, living mighty thin
Smokin' on my cig
Living on the edge of sin
I've got a man upstairs, and a man out in my car
Poor poor me, I think I've gone too far
I'm living, living mighty thin
Smokin' on my cig
Living on the edge of sin
I've got a run-down car, and a beat-up pair of shoes
I've got 14 hungry kids, they're singing me the blues
I'm living, living mighty thin
Smokin' on my cig
Living on the edge of sin
I Crossed the Tracks
©2005 Christy D. and Jeffrey L. Howard
When I was a young girl, I crossed the tracks
To see my friends, in their run-down shacks
They had their guitars, harmonicas too
Just sittin' on the front porch, singing the blues
They'd sing: "I'm lonesome, all the time
All I've got's the blues, on my mind"
Moved to Chicago , when I was nine
Still got the blues, on my mind
My teacher told me: "You got it right"
So keep on singin', all the time
When I was fifteen, moved to Tennessee
I'm a little bit country, as you can see
Moved up to Detroit , and I met a man
Walkin' with a guitar, in his hand
You know he asked me: "What you got to lose?
If you can sing country, you can sing the blues"
Now I sing country, all the time
Still got the blues, on my mind
Now I'm singin', all the time
About being on both sides of the line
I'm sittin' on the front porch, singin' the blues
With our guitars, harmonicas too
I sing: "I'm lonesome, all the time
All I've got's the blues, on my mind"
Bad Side Of Town
© 2005 Jeffrey L. and Christy D. Howard
Well wait a minute baby, what you trying to say
You didn't really love me, you didn't plan to stay
Now I'm on my way, heavy loaded with an evil frown
I'm on my way, to the bad side of town
I didn't really love you, I didn't plan to stay
You didn't give me nothin', but your low-down dirty ways
Now I'm on my way, heavy loaded with an evil frown
I'm on my way, to the bad side of town
Well let me tell you baby, about my other man
He gives me so much lovin', any time he can
Now I'm on my way, liquored-up and loaded down
I'm on my way, to the bad side of town
Well baby if you're thinkin', I'm comin' home to play
We'd still be together, if you hadn't gone astray
Now I'm on my way, heavy loaded with an evil frown
I'm on my way, to the bad side of town
Well wait a minute baby, what you trying to say
You didn't really love me, you didn't plan to stay
Now I'm on my way, heavy loaded with an evil frown
I'm on my way, to the bad side of town
I'm on my way, to the bad side of town
I said I'm on my way, to the bad side of town
Small Town, Big Trouble
© 2006 Jeffrey L. and Christy D. Howard
Small town, big trouble
we've got trouble, in this town
Trouble brewing, all around
People talking, 'bout what went down
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble
Don't tell a soul, don't make a sound
But Sonny Smith's, been foolin' 'round
and Betty Mae, she just found out
She's got a gun, drivin' around
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble
Now rumor has it, he's at the bar
And Betty Mae, she can't be far
When she finds him, she'll raise a stink
You know ol' Sonny, he loves to drink
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble
Small town people are doin' the, best they can
But they can't keep a secret
When the stuff hits the fan
It could last an hour
It could last for days
A little bit of trouble
Goes a mighty long ways
Small town, big trouble
we've got trouble, in this town
Trouble brewing, all around
People talking, 'bout what went down
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble
Well shut my mouth, don't make a sound
there's a rumor, that's goin' 'round
Betty Mae, shot Sonny down
that's the news, all over town
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble
I'm packing my bags, and leavin' town
I got off track, been foolin' 'round
And Betty Mae, she just found out
She's gonna shoot, poor me down
We've got trouble
oooooh, we've got trouble
Small town people are doin' the, best they can
But they can't keep a secret
When the stuff hits the fan
It could last an hour
It could last for days
A little bit of trouble
Goes a mighty long ways |
