<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:16:08.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GREEN CHILIS LYRICS</title><subtitle type='html'>Las letras de nuestro repertorio y otros datos interesantes sobre los temas que tocamos... los bailes de Line Dance que se bailan con ellas.
Las fotos de nuestros inspiradores.. los músicos a quien escuchamos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111576596926511116</id><published>2005-05-10T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T15:59:29.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE COUNTRY ( ALAN JACKSON)</title><content type='html'>*Este tema lo público en su álbum "Who I Am" en el año 94&lt;br /&gt; *En él Alan escribe una parodia acerca de los recién llegados al "Country" cuando este se puso de moda!!&lt;br /&gt;*Está considerado un country-rock. &lt;br /&gt;*Se baila según algunos con el baile del mismo nombre GONE COUNTRY y según otros con&lt;br /&gt;BLACKY, un baile de creación  anónima &lt;br /&gt;Tiempos: 34&lt;br /&gt;Paredes: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETRA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She's been playing in a room on a strip&lt;br /&gt; For ten years in Vegas&lt;br /&gt; Every night she looks in the mirror&lt;br /&gt; But she only ages&lt;br /&gt; She's been reading about Nashville and all&lt;br /&gt; The records that everybody's buying&lt;br /&gt; Says 'I'm a simple girl myself&lt;br /&gt; Grew up on Long Island'&lt;br /&gt; So she packs her bags to try her hand&lt;br /&gt; Says this might be my last chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She's gone country, look at them boots&lt;br /&gt; She's gone country, back to her roots&lt;br /&gt; She's gone country, a new kind of suit&lt;br /&gt; She's gone country, here she comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well the folk scene is dead&lt;br /&gt; But he's holding out in the village&lt;br /&gt; He's been writing songs speaking out&lt;br /&gt; Against wealth and privilege&lt;br /&gt; He says 'I dont believe in money&lt;br /&gt; But a man could make him a killin'&lt;br /&gt; Cause some of that stuff don't sound&lt;br /&gt; Much different than Dylan&lt;br /&gt; I hear down there it's changed you see&lt;br /&gt; They're not as backwards as they used to be'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country, look at them boots&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country, back to his roots&lt;br /&gt;He's gone country, a new kind of suit&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country, here he comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He commutes to LA&lt;br /&gt; But he's got a house in the valley&lt;br /&gt; But the bills are piling up&lt;br /&gt; And the pop scene just ain't on the rally&lt;br /&gt; He says 'Honey I'm a serious composer&lt;br /&gt; Schooled in voice and composition&lt;br /&gt; But with the crime and the smog these days&lt;br /&gt; This ain't no place for children&lt;br /&gt; Lord it sounds so easy it shouldn't take long&lt;br /&gt; Be back in the money in no time at all'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country, look at them boots&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country, back to his roots&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country, a new kind of suit&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country, here he comes&lt;br /&gt; Yeah he's gone country, a new kind of walk&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country, a new kind of talk&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country, look at them boots&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country, oh back to his roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country&lt;br /&gt; He's gone country&lt;br /&gt; Everybody's gone country&lt;br /&gt; Yeah we've gone country&lt;br /&gt; The whole world's gone country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111576596926511116?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111576596926511116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111576596926511116' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111576596926511116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111576596926511116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/gone-country-alan-jackson.html' title='GONE COUNTRY ( ALAN JACKSON)'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571955870915577</id><published>2005-05-10T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T07:26:14.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY  ( ALISON MOORER)</title><content type='html'>Del album : Alabama Song [1998]&lt;br /&gt;Alison fue premiada en el 2004 por el Nashville Scene Music Award &lt;br /&gt;La Moorer estará en Barcelona el 28 de Mayo  2005 en el FORUM. Festival Primavera. Su estilo actual es más folk alternativo que country. Un estilo muy distinto que el tema que llevamos de ella en nuestro repertorio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Se baila con: Got Away&lt;br /&gt;Tiempos: 48&lt;br /&gt;Parets: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one that got away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! The one that got away, got away with my heart&lt;br /&gt;broke into my world and tore it apart&lt;br /&gt;should have picked up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;but I don’t know where to start&lt;br /&gt;Oh The one that got away, got away with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my heart so easily&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a fool&lt;br /&gt;against my better judgement&lt;br /&gt;I wrote my own rule&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t think I’d fall in love but what I can do?&lt;br /&gt;Oh  I am hurten  and missing  him so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! The one that got away, got away with my heart&lt;br /&gt;broke into my world and tore it apart&lt;br /&gt;should have picked up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;but I don’t  know where to start&lt;br /&gt;Oh The one that got away, got away with my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well If I felt any better I think  I would die&lt;br /&gt;as all I do is sit at home think of him and cry&lt;br /&gt;he ain’t worth a single tear that falls from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so I do I  still love him anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! The one that got away, got away with my heart&lt;br /&gt;broke into my world and tore it apart&lt;br /&gt;should have picked up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;but I don’t  know where to start&lt;br /&gt;Oh The one that got away, got away with my heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571955870915577?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111571955870915577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111571955870915577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571955870915577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571955870915577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/one-that-got-away-alison-moorer.html' title='THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY  ( ALISON MOORER)'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571950147011341</id><published>2005-05-10T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T07:38:07.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CITY PUT THE COUNTRY BACK IN ME (NEIL MCCOY)</title><content type='html'>De su album "No doubt about it" 1994&lt;br /&gt;Este Tejano de madre filipina suele llamarse a si mismo" Texapino"&lt;br /&gt;* Esta canción no tiene baile pero estamos abiertos a un SWING que los expertos de LINE DANCE le puedan aplicar.&lt;br /&gt;Letra:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born dirt poor on a dead end country road&lt;br /&gt;My every dream was to just grow up and go&lt;br /&gt;Like a siren song those bright lights called my name&lt;br /&gt;So I turned that country road into memory lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I hit that fast lane it was paved with gold&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't long 'til my highbrow ways got old&lt;br /&gt;I started missing things that I thought I'd left behind&lt;br /&gt;'Til I found two swinging doors 'neath the neon sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were whirling and a twirling to the fiddles and a steel guitar&lt;br /&gt;Them city folk was drinking from Mason jars&lt;br /&gt;I think I found what paradise might be&lt;br /&gt;The city put the country back in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you leave the farm you don't have to leave your room&lt;br /&gt;Just go on home and slip on them cowboy boots&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the best of both worlds all I'll ever need&lt;br /&gt;The city put the country back in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were whirling and a twirling to the fiddles and a steel guitar&lt;br /&gt;Them city folk was drinking from Mason jars&lt;br /&gt;I think I found what paradise might be&lt;br /&gt;The city put the country back in me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah the city put the country back in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571950147011341?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111571950147011341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111571950147011341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571950147011341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571950147011341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/city-put-country-back-in-me-neil-mccoy.html' title='THE CITY PUT THE COUNTRY BACK IN ME (NEIL MCCOY)'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571929770248933</id><published>2005-05-10T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T07:07:06.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL YOU EVER DO ( THE MAVERICKS )</title><content type='html'>Del Album : MUSIC FOR ALL OCCASIONS 1995&lt;br /&gt;nominado Best Country Album.&lt;br /&gt;con Flaco Jimenez (accordion)&lt;br /&gt;* Es un tex-mex swing.&lt;br /&gt;* Se baila con  Wrangler Wrap o W. Cha Cha  o "El Ventilador"&lt;br /&gt;  Tiempos: 29&lt;br /&gt;  Paredes: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETRA:&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep a wink anymore&lt;br /&gt;Ever since you first walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;And I just started drinkin' to forget&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think the worst has happened yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you ever do is bring me down&lt;br /&gt;Makin' me a fool all over town&lt;br /&gt;And they all wonder why I wear a frown&lt;br /&gt;That's 'cause honey, all you do is bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how my whole world fell apart&lt;br /&gt;I think I saw it comin' from the start&lt;br /&gt;I tried to tell myself that you'd be true&lt;br /&gt;But I expected way too much of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571929770248933?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111571929770248933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111571929770248933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571929770248933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571929770248933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/all-you-ever-do-mavericks.html' title='ALL YOU EVER DO ( THE MAVERICKS )'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571919217692083</id><published>2005-05-10T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:06:23.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE MOON OF KENTUCKY ( BILL MONROE)</title><content type='html'>* Este tema fue grabado por primera vez en 1945 con la banda Blue Grass Boys cuando  Earl Scrugg y  Lester Flatt se unieron a la banda de Bill Monroe. El estilo de banjo de Scruggs se convertiría en un standard a seguir por las futuras bandas de bluegrass.&lt;br /&gt;El tema "Blue Moon of Kentucky," fue nombrado "official state song" por la Kentucky General Assembly en 1988. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* BAILE: ( * Gracias a DIANA de Xafal's por la información!)&lt;br /&gt;  "4 BOYS"&lt;br /&gt;Coreógrafos:&lt;br /&gt; Joan, Pasca, Fredi &amp; Joan. (Girona, Spain)&lt;br /&gt;16 counts, 4 paredes, Line Dance nivel Absolute Beginner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLUE MOON OF KENTUCKY&lt;br /&gt;I said blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining&lt;br /&gt;shine on the one that's gone and left me blue&lt;br /&gt;I said blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining&lt;br /&gt;Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Well it was on one moonlight night&lt;br /&gt;Stars shining bright&lt;br /&gt;Whisper on high&lt;br /&gt;Love said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said Blue moon of Kentucky keep on shining&lt;br /&gt;Shine on the one that's gone and left me blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat FIRST verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571919217692083?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111571919217692083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111571919217692083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571919217692083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571919217692083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/blue-moon-of-kentucky-bill-monroe.html' title='BLUE MOON OF KENTUCKY ( BILL MONROE)'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571636785792271</id><published>2005-05-10T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T07:47:41.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUTHBOUND TRAIN (TRAVIS TRITT)</title><content type='html'>Del album Down the Road I Go 2000&lt;br /&gt;Travis se ha ganado siempre un reputación de “new outlaw”&lt;br /&gt;Nacido y cirado en Marietta, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;De la generación de Garth Brooks y Alan Jackson, se diferenciaba de ellos por no llevar nunca sombrero.&lt;br /&gt;Este tema, uno de los mas marchosos, está escrito con Charlie Daniels y se nota!!&lt;br /&gt;Es la historia de una chica que deja Bangor Maine, en busca del sol, el calor del Sur y una nueva vida.&lt;br /&gt;A pesar de que su familia se opone, se va en busca de su sueño.. Una mujer que vuelve locos a los hombres! &lt;br /&gt;Relaciona el sonido del clickety clack del tren con el principio de su nueva vida!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Se baila con Clickety Clack&lt;br /&gt;Clickety Clak&lt;br /&gt;tiempos: 68&lt;br /&gt;Parets: 4&lt;br /&gt;Autors: Kathy Hunyadi (USA) &amp; Peter Metelnick (Can)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well She was born in a north-woods town twenty-one winters ago &lt;br /&gt;She grew tired of the freezing cold and livin' in the blindin' snow &lt;br /&gt;This girl knew she wouldn't be here long / cause she had plans and dreams &lt;br /&gt;and She'd seen pictures of the sunshine state in the pages of a magazine &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she waited them tables and she used a smile savin any penny she can &lt;br /&gt;For a one way dixie bound Amtrak ticket headed for the promised land &lt;br /&gt;Her momma and daddy begged her not to go when the day she dreamed of came &lt;br /&gt;But she waved good-bye sittin way up high /from the window of a south bound train &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now Shes got a fire burnin' deep inside ridin' on a south bound train &lt;br /&gt;And the clickety clack of that railroad track only helps to fan the flame &lt;br /&gt;No more worries no more cares she left them up in Bangor Maine &lt;br /&gt;Now shes startin' a brand new life Ridin' on a southbound train &lt;br /&gt;solo&lt;br /&gt;She said hello sun good mornin' daytona you're sure lookin' good to me  &lt;br /&gt;With your ocean breezes and your tall palm trees and your southern hospitality &lt;br /&gt;Now she's a knockout queenie in her string bikini drivin' all the boys insane &lt;br /&gt;And this all started with a small town dream and a ticket on a south bound train &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause she had a fire burnin' deep inside ridin' on a southbound train &lt;br /&gt;and the clickety-clack of that railroad track only helped to fan the flame  &lt;br /&gt;No more worries no more cares she left them up in Bangor Maine  &lt;br /&gt;Yeah she likes the boys with the southern drawl  &lt;br /&gt;Soakin' up the sunshine having a ball  &lt;br /&gt;She'll be the first to tell you that she owes it all  &lt;br /&gt;to ridin' on a southbound train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571636785792271?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111571636785792271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111571636785792271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571636785792271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571636785792271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/southbound-train-travis-tritt.html' title='SOUTHBOUND TRAIN (TRAVIS TRITT)'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571622388713185</id><published>2005-05-10T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T11:17:59.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MILLIE ( JONI HARMS)</title><content type='html'>* Del album "After all" 2001&lt;br /&gt;Esta cantante - compositora de Oregon es conocida por mantener el western dentro del country.&lt;br /&gt; En el 2003 Harmsfue nombrada" Female Vocalist of the Year" y aceptó el premio por " Song of the Year" de la  Western Music Association. &lt;br /&gt;En este tema Joni nos habla de una camarera que se ha dedicado toda su vida a servir en una pequeña cafetería. El consejo de forma de vida que ella ha seguido es siempre amar lo que haces y hacer bien lo que amas, con paciencia y mucha fe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAILE *  ( Gracias a DIANA de Xafal's por la info) ;-)&lt;br /&gt;" GRAN CANYON"&lt;br /&gt; Counts: 48 Line dance Parets:4 &lt;br /&gt;Autor: Catalonian Cowboys (2002)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILLIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millie was a waitress in a small cafe&lt;br /&gt;loved her job  and never missed a day&lt;br /&gt;For thirty-three years she poured coffee&lt;br /&gt;she  carried dirty dishes with amazing graze&lt;br /&gt;always had a big smile on her face     &lt;br /&gt;even when her feet were aching&lt;br /&gt;she rubbed  more to the table&lt;br /&gt;and the order she was taking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you are doing what you love and loving what you do &lt;br /&gt;you won’t start nothing that you don’t see through&lt;br /&gt;you gotta have patience and a whole lot of faith&lt;br /&gt;and now that ‘s a real good tick that Millie passed my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was  just a kid fresh out of school&lt;br /&gt;walking that summer to see me through&lt;br /&gt;then I was moving on to greener pastures&lt;br /&gt;Millie kind of took me under her wing&lt;br /&gt;saying making money don’t mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;it all depends on how you earn it&lt;br /&gt;some folks will  stay a whole life and never learning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll make sure when I am back in town&lt;br /&gt;I’ll stop by  she always sits me down&lt;br /&gt;she does not know what I have done or where I have been&lt;br /&gt;she makes me proud to call myself&lt;br /&gt;one of Millie’s millions friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when you are doing what you love and loving what you do &lt;br /&gt;you won’t start nothing that you don’t see through&lt;br /&gt;you gotta have patience and a whole lot of faith&lt;br /&gt;and now that ‘s  a real good tick that Millie passed my way&lt;br /&gt;yeah what a real good tick that Millie passed my way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571622388713185?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111571622388713185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111571622388713185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571622388713185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571622388713185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/millie-joni-harms.html' title='MILLIE ( JONI HARMS)'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571463056075920</id><published>2005-05-10T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:44:31.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE RAIN</title><content type='html'>Someone told me long ago&lt;br /&gt;There's a calm before the storm&lt;br /&gt;I know, it’s been coming for some time&lt;br /&gt;When its over so they say &lt;br /&gt;It'll rain a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;I know, shinin' down like water&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I want to know, have you ever seen the rain &lt;br /&gt;I want to know, have you ever seen the rain&lt;br /&gt;Comin' down on a sunny day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday and days befote&lt;br /&gt;Sun is cold and rain is hot&lt;br /&gt;I know, been that way for all my time     &lt;br /&gt;‘Til forever on it goes&lt;br /&gt;Through the circle fast and show      &lt;br /&gt; I know, and I can't stop I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I want to know, have you ever seen the rain &lt;br /&gt; I want to know, have you ever seen the rain&lt;br /&gt; Comin' down on a sunny day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571463056075920?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111571463056075920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111571463056075920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571463056075920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571463056075920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/have-you-ever-seen-rain.html' title='HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE RAIN'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571435708628514</id><published>2005-05-10T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:45:14.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE ME A LITTLE BIT LONGER</title><content type='html'>Found your note you left out on the table.&lt;br /&gt;"Workin' late again, don't wait up for me."&lt;br /&gt;We don't spend time together like we used to.&lt;br /&gt;An' I'm tired of wakin' up in misery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love me, love me just a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;When you hold me, hold me tight and don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss me, kiss me like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything'll be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't build out lives on separate highways.&lt;br /&gt;Payin' for the things we can't afford.&lt;br /&gt;Now it might take some time to make it better,&lt;br /&gt;But we've been down some bad road before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you love me, love me just a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;When you hold me, hold me tight and don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss me, kiss me like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything'll be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instrumental break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love me, love me just a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;When you hold me, hold me tight and don't let go.&lt;br /&gt;When you kiss me, kiss me like there's no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Everything, everything'll be all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no now baby, everything, everything will be all right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571435708628514?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111571435708628514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111571435708628514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571435708628514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571435708628514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-me-little-bit-longer.html' title='LOVE ME A LITTLE BIT LONGER'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571430914486293</id><published>2005-05-10T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:45:53.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GUITARS CADILLACS</title><content type='html'>Girl, you taught me how to hurt real bad&lt;br /&gt;And cry myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;And showed me how this town can shatter dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another lesson 'bout a naive fool&lt;br /&gt;Who came to Babylon&lt;br /&gt;And found out that the pie&lt;br /&gt;Don't taste so sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt; Now it's guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music&lt;br /&gt;Lonely, lonely streets that I call home&lt;br /&gt;Yea, my guitars, cadillacs, hillbilly music&lt;br /&gt;The only things that keep me hangin' on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; (Instrumental)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no glamour in this tinsle land&lt;br /&gt;Of lost and wasted lives&lt;br /&gt;Painful scars are all that's left of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna thank-you girl for teachin' me&lt;br /&gt;Brand new ways to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;Like findin' mine now I guess I'll just leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) &lt;br /&gt;(Instrumental) &lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571430914486293?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111571430914486293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111571430914486293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571430914486293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571430914486293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/guitars-cadillacs.html' title='GUITARS CADILLACS'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571406099872985</id><published>2005-05-10T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:46:30.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SO EASY</title><content type='html'>It's so easy to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;People tell me love's for fools &lt;br /&gt;Here I go, breaking all the rules &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so easy &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so doggone easy &lt;br /&gt;Oh, it seems so easy &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Where you're concerned, my heart can learn &lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;Look into your heart and see &lt;br /&gt;What your love book has set aside for me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so easy &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so doggone easy &lt;br /&gt;Oh, It seems so easy &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Where you're concerned, my heart can learn &lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-oh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so easy &lt;br /&gt;Oh, so doggone easy &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, It seems so easy &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Where you're concerned, my heart can learn &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to fall in love &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to fall in love (Wa-uh-oh) &lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to fall in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571406099872985?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111571406099872985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111571406099872985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571406099872985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571406099872985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-so-easy.html' title='IT&apos;S SO EASY'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571395439383459</id><published>2005-05-10T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:32:34.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE DRINKS TEQUILA and she talks dirty in Spanish</title><content type='html'>Everybody knows her, Little Miss Rosa, &lt;br /&gt;The Queen of the trailer park.&lt;br /&gt;Well, she's a hot pepper and you'll never forget her,&lt;br /&gt;If you ever let her break your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Senor' Jose, works all day, &lt;br /&gt;Sweatin' in the red hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;Row after row, everybody knows,&lt;br /&gt;What they do when the weekend comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drinks tequila, and she talks dirty in Spanish:&lt;br /&gt;Him in his sombrero, her in her purty pink jammies,&lt;br /&gt;They dance all night to the Mariachis,&lt;br /&gt;Till there ain't nobody left standin'.&lt;br /&gt;He drinks tequila, and she talks dirty in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he:&lt;br /&gt;Well, the music is blarin' and the neighbors are starin',&lt;br /&gt;That whole dang trailer is a-rockin'.&lt;br /&gt;Jose's a-howlin', the Chihuahua's growlin',&lt;br /&gt;And Rosie's peelin' off her silk stockings.&lt;br /&gt;"Yo Senora, kiss my body, abrazame fuerte&lt;br /&gt;"Ay, yi yi yi yi, hoochie-coo, to dal ay nochay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drinks tequila, and she talks dirty in Spanish:&lt;br /&gt;Him in his sombrero, her in her purty pink jammies,&lt;br /&gt;They dance all night to the Mariachis,&lt;br /&gt;Till there ain't nobody left standin'.&lt;br /&gt;He drinks tequila, and she talks dirty in Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drinks tequila, and she talks dirty in Spanish:&lt;br /&gt;Him in his sombrero, her in her purty pink jammies,&lt;br /&gt;They dance all night to the Mariachis,&lt;br /&gt;Till there ain't nobody left standin'.&lt;br /&gt;He drinks tequila, and she talks dirty in Spanish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571395439383459?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/feeds/111571395439383459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12785321&amp;postID=111571395439383459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571395439383459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12785321/posts/default/111571395439383459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gchlyrics.blogspot.com/2005/05/he-drinks-tequila-and-she-talks-dirty.html' title='HE DRINKS TEQUILA and she talks dirty in Spanish'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571390658897814</id><published>2005-05-10T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:47:23.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT ABOUT NOW</title><content type='html'>The sign in the window said for sale or trade&lt;br /&gt;On the last remaining dinosaur Detroit made&lt;br /&gt;Seven hundred dollars was a heck of a deal&lt;br /&gt;For a four hundred horsepower jukebox on wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that road rolls out like a welcome mat&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where it goes but it beats where we're at&lt;br /&gt;We always said someday, somehow&lt;br /&gt;We were gonna get away, gonna blow this town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now, how 'bout tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby for once let's don't think twice&lt;br /&gt;Let's take that spin that never ends &lt;br /&gt;That we've been talking about&lt;br /&gt;What about now, why should we wait&lt;br /&gt;We can chase these dreams down the interstate &lt;br /&gt;And be long gone 'fore the world moves on and makes another round&lt;br /&gt;What about now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been puttin' this off baby long enough&lt;br /&gt;Just give me the word, and we'll be kickin' up dust&lt;br /&gt;We both know it's just a matter of time &lt;br /&gt;'Til our hearts start racin' for that county line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now, how 'bout tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby for once let's don't think twice&lt;br /&gt;Let's take that spin that never ends &lt;br /&gt;That we've been talking about&lt;br /&gt;What about now, why should we wait&lt;br /&gt;We can chase these dreams down the interstate &lt;br /&gt;And be long gone 'fore the world moves on and makes another round&lt;br /&gt;What about now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could hang around this town forever making plans&lt;br /&gt;But there won't ever be a better time to take this chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now, how 'bout tonight&lt;br /&gt;Baby for once let's don't think twice&lt;br /&gt;Let's take that spin that never ends &lt;br /&gt;That we've been talking about&lt;br /&gt;What about now, why should we wait&lt;br /&gt;We can chase these dreams down the interstate &lt;br /&gt;And be long gone 'fore the world moves on and makes another round&lt;br /&gt;What about now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571390658897814?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571364254578567</id><published>2005-05-10T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:27:22.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DOWN AT THE TWIST AND SHOUT</title><content type='html'>Saturday night and the moon is out&lt;br /&gt; I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout&lt;br /&gt;Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat&lt;br /&gt; When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet&lt;br /&gt;Out in the middle of a big dance floor&lt;br /&gt;When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more&lt;br /&gt;Wanna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight&lt;br /&gt;Well I never have wandered down to New Orleans&lt;br /&gt;Never have drifted down a bayou stream&lt;br /&gt; But I heard that music on the radio&lt;br /&gt;And I swore some day I was gonna go&lt;br /&gt;Down Highway 10 past Lafayette&lt;br /&gt; To Baton Rouge and I won't forget&lt;br /&gt; To send you a card with my regrets&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm never gonna come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night and the moon is out&lt;br /&gt;I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout&lt;br /&gt;Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat&lt;br /&gt;When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet&lt;br /&gt;Out in the middle of a big dance floor&lt;br /&gt;When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more&lt;br /&gt;Wanna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got an alligator stew and a crawfish pie&lt;br /&gt;A gulf storm blowing into town tonight&lt;br /&gt;Living on the delta's quite a show&lt;br /&gt;They got hurricane parties every time it blows&lt;br /&gt;But here up north it's a cold, cold rain&lt;br /&gt;And there ain't no cure for my blues today&lt;br /&gt;Except when the paper says Beausoleil&lt;br /&gt;Is a-coming into town, baby let's go down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Saturday night and the moon is out&lt;br /&gt;I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout&lt;br /&gt;Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat&lt;br /&gt;When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet&lt;br /&gt;Out in the middle of a big dance floor&lt;br /&gt;When I hear that fiddle wanna beg for more&lt;br /&gt;Wanna dance to a band from a-Lou'sian' tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring your mama, bring your papa, bring your sister too&lt;br /&gt;They got lots of music and lots of room&lt;br /&gt;When they play you a waltz from a-1910&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna feel a little bit young again&lt;br /&gt;Well you learned to dance with your rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;You learned to swing with a do-si-do&lt;br /&gt;But you learn to love at the fais-do-do&lt;br /&gt;When you hear a little Jolie Blon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night and the moon is out&lt;br /&gt;I wanna head on over to the Twist and Shout&lt;br /&gt;Find a two-step partner and a Cajun beat&lt;br /&gt;When it lifts me up I'm gonna find my feet&lt;br /&gt;Out in the middle of a big dance 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TWIST AND SHOUT'/><author><name>MG</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12785321.post-111571345799736375</id><published>2005-05-10T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T01:48:12.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTHIN' BUT THE TAILLIGHTS</title><content type='html'>Blue Kentucky highway, headin' for the line&lt;br /&gt;She hadn't said a word all night, but the wheels are turning in her mind&lt;br /&gt;Now I was ridin' shotgun, and I knew things were going right&lt;br /&gt;Just as soon as she dropped me off at the side of the road       &lt;br /&gt;And she let that gravel fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm walking in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Seein' nothin' but the taillights&lt;br /&gt;That's a pair of taillights&lt;br /&gt;I may never see again&lt;br /&gt;She hit me with a left and right&lt;br /&gt;Showin' me nothin' but the taillights&lt;br /&gt;That's about as lonely as a highway has ever been&lt;br /&gt;Back here with my thumb out in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse 2:&lt;br /&gt;Was it something that I did to her, or the things I never said&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the way we were was only in my head&lt;br /&gt;Now if I even make it back alive before the sun comes up&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hit every parking spot around&lt;br /&gt;'Till I find that pickup truck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll bet right now she's laughin' it out&lt;br /&gt;She even brought me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;But she won't be laughin' half as loud when she gives me back my keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12785321-111571345799736375?l=gchlyrics.blogspot.com' 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