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Well, it sure feels good to come in here
And just pull up a seat
A frosty mug of a cool one
Helps to beat the heat
These old dog days of summer
Lord, I'll be glad when they're gone
It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And Too Cold At Home.

Well, that baseball game on TV
Takes me back to when I was a kid
We proudly wore those uniforms
Just like the Dodgers did
Yea!, we won a few and and we lost a few
And for me it still goes on
Too hot to fish, and too hot for golf
And Too Cold At Home.

CHORUS

Well, I only planned on one or two
I might stay for three
If that good-lookin' thing in the corner
Keeps smilin' back at me
It's so easy not to care
'Bout what's right or what's wrong
It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And Too Cold At Home.

CHORUS

It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And Too Cold At Home.

. . .


Written by Paul Craft.

Brother jukebox, sister wine.
Mother freedom, father of time.
Since she left me by myself,
You're the only family I've got left.

I go down to that same old cafe,
Where I try to wash my troubles away.
I'm still down, and I'm still all alone,
But it beats staying home all night long.

Brother jukebox, sister wine.
Mother freedom, father of time.
Since she left me by myself,
You're the only family I've got left.

I go home and I climb that old stairway.
And I tell myself: "Tomorrow's a new day."
But I know I'll just go down again,
And spend my time with my new next-of-kin.

Brother jukebox, sister wine.
Mother freedom, father of time.
Since she left me by myself,
You're the only family I've got left.

Brother jukebox, sister wine.
Mother freedom, father of time.
Since she left me by myself,
You're the only family I've got left.

You're the only family I've got left.

. . .


Been havin' a ball since I was a boy in Beaumont
Love that town but I just couldn't stay
Two stepped all the way to Amarillo
Shuffled my way into Santa Fe
Just had to see the sun set out in Frisco
The Golden Gate is great
But it ain't home
Give me a rodeo

Chorus
Blame it on Texas
Don't blame it on me
I am who I am
And that's what I'm gonna be
You can say what you wanna say
About my insanity
Blame it on Texas
Don't blame it on me

Met a girl out in eastern Oklahoma
Her daddy was a Tulsa millionaire
With miles and miles of oil wells he'd leave her
All a man could want was waitn' there
But one night while she lay sleepin' I slipped away
Like no man in his
Right mind would do
call me a fool
Repeat Chorus

. . .


Out on the highway a lot of pretty girls go by
But none have been right
Up until today I would never settle down
But you keep coming around

And your love is a miracle
It's spiritual
Got here just in time-
Your love is a miracle
It's visible
Even to a heart that's blind like mine

Out in the wild life, a lot of people telling lies
Lookin' right in your eyes'
And up until tonight, I was always on the prowl
(But) now I'm settlin' down

‘Cause your love is a miracle
It's spiritual
Stands the test of time
Your love is a miracle
It's visible
Even to a heart that's blind like mine

Anyone can see what you're doing to me
And everyone can see that you're everything I need

‘Cause your love is a miracle
It's spiritual
Got here just in time
Your love is a miracle
It's visible
Even to a heart that's blind like mine

. . .


There's a Bible on the dresser
And a sign hung on the door
And a woman in my arms who shouldn't be
I'm to the point of no returning
But I've been here before
This cheating life is nothing new to me
There's someone to be considered
So I call her on the phone
And say the job is taking longer than I planned
I don't have the heart to tell her
That a stranger's turned me on
And I'm headed for the broken promise land

Chorus:
Tonight I'm crossing over
And I'll reach the cheating side
And I'll hate myself for coming here again
Where the streets are paved with misery
And lives are built on lies
A place they call the broken promise land

I found a note left on the dresser
And a key left in the door
And on the floor
I found her golden wedding band
Guess she finally had to tell me
She's not waiting anymore
She's headed for the broken promise land

Chorus II:
Tonight she's crossing over
And she'll reach the cheating side
And I'll hate myself for giving her the chance
Cause the streets are paved with misery
And lives are built on lies
A place they call the broken promise land

And it's more than I can stand

. . .


Too Cold At Home
Mark Chesnutt

Well, it sure feels good to come in here
And just pull up a seat
A frosty mug of a cool one
Helps to beat the heat
These old dog days of summer
Lord, I'll be glad when they're gone
It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And too cold at home

Well, that baseball game on TV
Takes me back to when I was a kid
We proudly wore those uniforms
Just like the Dodgers did
Yeah we won a few and lost a few
And for me it still goes on
It's too hot to fish, and too hot for golf
And too cold at home

Well, I only planned on one or two
I might stay for three
If that good looking thing in the corner
Keeps smilin' back at me
It's so easy not to care
'Bout what's right or what's wrong
It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And too cold at home


Well, I only planned on one or two
I might stay for three
If that good looking thing in the corner
Keeps smilin' back at me
It's so easy not to care
'Bout what's right or what's wrong
It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And too cold at home

It's too hot to fish, too hot for golf
And too cold at home...

. . .


(Written by: Dewayne Blackwell, Bud Lee)

Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to show, the last one to know.
I was the last one you thought you'd see there.

And I saw the surprise and the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you said, honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain.

'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay.
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
'Cause, I've got friends in low places.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, I guess I was wrong, I just don't belong
But then, I've been here before
Everything is all right, I'll just say goodnight
And I'll show myself to the door.

Hey, I didn't mean to cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
I'll be as high as that ivory tower
That you're livin' in.

'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay.
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis
'Cause, I've got friends in low places.

Hey, I've got friends in low place...

. . .


(Mark Wright, Ronnie Rogers)

Lightning hit that oak tree we've been lookin' at for years
This summer oh, I know we'll miss the shade
We just made it through the coldest winter we ever knew
And our ole hound Dixie passed away
Yeah, I guess I've got things to be down about
But in spite of it all honey, aint no doubt.

Chorus:
I'm livin' the life of a lucky man
Counting my blessings holding your hand
I thank the Lord above, for sending me your love
And for giving me the life of a lucky man.

So many things we talk about never do come true
But Heaven knows I wish they could for you
Believe me I know you should be tempted to go
That would be the easy thing to do
So many just give up and walk away
But in spite of it all you're strong enough to stay.

Chorus:
I'm livin' the life of a lucky man
Counting my blessings holding your hand
I thank the Lord above for sending me your love
And for giving me the life of a lucky man

I guess I've got things to be down about
But in spite of it all honey aint no doubt.

Chorus:
I'm livin' the life of a lucky man
Counting my blessings holding your hand
I thank the Lord above for sending me your love
And for giving me the life of a lucky man.

I thank the Lord above for sending me your love
And for giving me the life of a lucky man...

. . .


(Jim Rushing, Herb McCullough)

Hey you there in the mirror
I didn't know you had a smile
I've watched the canyons on your face
Grow deeper with the miles
With your heart barely beating
And your spirit black and blue
I was sure that you were headed
For an early waterloo

Hey you there in the mirror
What happened to your frown
That twinkle in those smiling eyes
Is shining like a crown
You must have met somebody
With compassion in her heart
Who looked upon your Haggard face
And saw a work of art

Chorus
Hey you there in the mirror
Well aint you lookin' proud
And not long ago you harbored thoughts
Of throwin' in the towel
Each day you're feelin' stronger
There's new life in your blood
Why I thought that weathered face
Would look so good in love

Repeat Chorus

. . .


(mark wright)

Chorus
There's danger at my door and I don't need no more
Of her danger at my door - all I've been livin' for
Was for her to love me more than she ever loved anybody before
But she broke my heart oh so many times and I'm trying to fight
My will and send her home tonight
There's danger at my door and I don't need no more
Of her danger at my door


Too many times I've chased a false alarm
Too many lonely nights let down my guard
Too many memories make this moment extra special hard
¡®cause all that I can remember is laying there in her arms
There's danger at my door and I don't need no more
Of her danger at my door

I finally fall asleep alone again
But I know my day has not come to an end
¡®cause somewhere in the night she'll try to find her way back in
And all that I can hope for is for strength to be my friend

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