GOING BACK TO SAN ANTONE

GOING BACK TO SAN ANTONE

Words and music by Steve Spurgin
© Bum’s Rush Music, BMI

A little south of New York City and I’m looking for a ride
Drinking truck-stop coffee to choke down a little pride
I been up here about a year, and it’s just too dang cold
The weather ain’t much better, I’m going back to San Antone
My wallet and my big ideas are both just busted flat
I been sleepin’ at the mission, and some sucker stole my hat
Had to sell my Cadillac and I’m down to skin and bone
I need some good home cookin’, I’m going back to San Antone
I want to find a cool mimosa tree along that river walk
Watch those Texas girls smile and twirl — man, I love to hear ‘em talk
Hey mister, aren’t those Texas plates — I hope you’re headed home
Can I jump inside — sure need a ride going back to San Antone
I’ll go junkyard crazy if I don’t get out in time
I want to hit that hacienda and let Angel ease my mind
‘Cause I’m tired of eating tofu and going home alone
I need a hot enchilada — I’m going back to San Antone
I want to find a cool mimosa tree and hear some southern talk
Watch those Texas girls smile and twirl — man, I love to watch ‘em walk
Hey mister, aren’t those Texas plates — I hope you’re headed home
Can I jump inside — sure need a ride going back to San Antone
Can I jump inside — sure need a ride going back to San Antone.

TUMBLEWEED TOWN

Words and music by Steve Spurgin
© Bum’s Rush Music, BMI

Newspaper blowing on the living room floor,
Wind is howlin’ through the torn screen door.
The dust in my boots must weigh a pound,
And I feel like a tumbleweed.
The well’s dried up and the work has too.
Nothin’ much left here for me to do.
Time to transplant to fertile ground.
I think that’s what I need.
So, hey Daisy, what do you say —
Let’s do-si-do in the Chevrolet.
Ain’t no reason now to stick around.
Let’s leave this tumbleweed town.
Grandma and Grandpa are Heaven bound.
Their bones are resting beneath the ground.
They went to glory, Lordy, how they flew
The year the twister came.
They heard the sound of a big F4
Headed up the draw right for their back door.
It all went up like an atom bomb,
And the old home place was gone.
So, hey Daisy, what do you say —
Let’s do-si-do in the Chevrolet.
Ain’t no reason now to stick around.
Let’s leave this tumbleweed town.
I saw a picture of Idaho.
I think that that might be the place to go.
There’s rivers and mountains and lots of snow,
And the trees are evergreen.
We could live in a house of logs,
An old boy from Texas and his scrawny dog.
We could get fat as a couple of hogs.
I’m tired of being lean.
So, hey Daisy, what do you say —
Let’s do-si-do in the Chevrolet.
We could make Amarillo before the sun goes down.
Let’s leave this tumbleweed town..

BLUE HOLLOW ROAD

Words and music by Steve Spurgin
© Bum’s Rush Music, BMI

The old home place don’t look the same as back in 1960.
It’s leaning now, the yard’s all overgrown.
One good wind may put an end to where I spent my childhood
Far from town, one mile down Blue Hollow Road.
Momma raised her children straight and read the family Bible.
While Daddy worked his fingers to the bone.
He never spoke one unkind word, and coaxed a meager living
From the ground, one mile down Blue Hollow Road.
The only thing we had enough of — was love,
And it helped us share the load.
I’m proud to be on that family tree — I still hear the laughter
Echo ‘round, one mile down Blue Hollow Road.
I wonder why I was bound to try all the world can offer,
When all the world can’t satisfy your soul.
All the miles and years that I spent looking for some answer,
And never found what I had down Blue Hollow Road.
The only thing we had enough of — was love,
And it helped us share the load.
I’m proud to be on that family tree — I still hear the laughter
Echo ‘round, one mile down Blue Hollow Road..

BULLET BOB

Words and music by Steve Spurgin
© Bum’s Rush Music, BMI

Bullet Bob is a living ghost
A stare as hard as a bois d’ arc post
He killed his first one when he was thirteen
Some poor vaquero in a border town
Laughed at Bob so he shot him down
His momma said, "You boys sure made him mean."
His heart’s as black as a moonless night
HIs skin and hair are snowy white
His eyes are burning red with the devil’s fire
His mom did the best she knew
There’s only so much you can do…with
One more runaway gun for hire
Bullet Bob’s in the "Rose Cantina"
All tanked up on cheap tequila
It’s best to stay away when he’s around
He’s here to earn an outlaw’s pay
There’ll be a funeral any day
Don’t even smile when Bullet Bob’s in town
When he was just a little lad
The butt of every joke we had
He sure got poked and teased when he was a kid
When he straps on that .44
No one’s laughing anymore
It’s hard to blame him much for what he did
Charlie One-eye said, "You know,
he’s like a wounded buffalo —
Standing hard and pawing up the ground.
We’re all a thorn beneath his hide.
We made him swallow too much pride.
One by one, I think he’ll burn us down."
Bullet Bob’s in the "Rose Cantina"
All tanked up on cheap tequila
It’s best to stay away when he’s around
He’s here to earn an outlaw’s pay
There’ll be a funeral any day
Don’t even smile when Bullet Bob’s in town
(continued on next page).A gun appeared in Charlie’s fist
He took a shot at Bob and missed
And got three holes in the middle of his shirt
Bob just turned back to the bar
Said, "Tequila, por favor."
And left old Charlie lying in the dirt
Bullet Bob’s in the "Rose Cantina"
All tanked up on cheap tequila
It’s best to stay away when he’s around
He’s here to earn an outlaw’s pay
There’ll be a funeral any day
Don’t even smile when Bullet Bob’s in town.

SAN JACINTO FAREWELL

Words and music by Steve Spurgin
© Bum’s Rush Music, BMI

Word has come that the mission fell
What a story the poets tell
The cannon roared and the bugle blared like doom
‘Til the only sound was the rising of the moon.
Now it’s said that I have to go
Why they need me I do not know
Maybe I could linger one more day
Do you think they’d miss me if I stay
Sweet Maria, te amo
Kiss me once before I go
Wish me vaya con dios
Everyday I’ll send you my love
On the wings of a mourning dove
So each night he can sing you off to sleep
And in your dreams please pray your love to me
Sweet Maria, te amo
Kiss me once before I go
Wish me vaya con dios
Aiee yiee aiee
I belong by your side
Who will rock my babies if I fall
And who will watch them grow up strong and tall
Let us share one more glass together
Bring my pistola and spanish leather
See how my spurs shine in the sun
I’ll be back to your arms when we have the battle won
Sweet Maria, te amo
Kiss me once before I go
Wish me vaya con dios
Aiee yiee aiee
Debo de estar a tu lado
Who will rock my babies if I fall
And who will watch them grow up strong and tall
(continued on next page).Let us share uno mas tequila
Bring my pistola and spanish leather
See how my spurs shine in the sun
I’ll be back to your arms when we have the battle won
Sweet Maria, te amo
Kiss me once before I go
Dese ame que vaya con dios
Sweet Maria, te amo
Kiss me once before I go
Wish me vaya con dios.

GRANDMA’S REMEDY

Words and music by Steve Spurgin
© Bum’s Rush Music, BMI

Grandma’s got a remedy, a remedy for you and me
It cures what ails you, yessiree — I do believe it’s true
Grandma’s got a remedy, a remedy for you and me
It cures what ails you, yessiree — and makes you happy too
It’s black as tar and tastes like ink
But if you’re sick and start to sink
It’ll put you right back in the pink
And change your attitude
It’s good for fleas and croup and gout
And if your glands start poochin’ out
Take a double swaller and you’ll find out’
It starts to tastin’ good
Grandma’s got a remedy, a remedy for you and me
It cures what ails you, yessiree — I do believe it’s true
Grandma’s got a remedy, a remedy for you and me
It cures what ails you, yessiree — and makes you happy too
Not long ago she said to me,
"Here’s the family recipe
Since this old world’s about through with me
I’m gonna hand it down to you
It’s been around a hundred years
Kept us well through joy and tears
If you lose it, boy, I’ll box your ears
Now here’s just what you do."
"Black strap molasses, turpentine, black pepper, elderberry wine,
Two quarts of Grandpaw’s ‘Rebel Yell’ — be sure to hold your nose
Bury it in a jug out back, wait until it’s good and black
Then strain it through a flour sack — and don’t get none on your clothes."
Grandma’s got a remedy, a remedy for you and me
It cures what ails you yessiree — I do believe it’s true
Grandma’s got a remedy, a remedy for you and me
It cures what ails you yessiree — and makes you happy too
It cures what ails you yessiree — and it’ll change your attitude..

MEXICO LOVE

Words and music by Steve Spurgin
© Bum’s Rush Music, BMI

We’re both looking lately like we need a break.
The frantic pace we’re living is hard to take.
Someone else can have the gold, I’ll take you and me.
So let's jump in that old truck and run free.
We’ll cross the border outside of Eagle Pass.
There’s a little town I know we could have a gas.
We’ll find a hide-a-way with the stars above,
And make a little Mexico love.
We can hear the mariachis play.
We can fall in love again every day.
You’re still the only one I’m dreaming of.
And we’ll make a little Mexico love.
Tiny cantina — in another world.
I’ll be your vaquero, you’ll be my dark-eyed girl.
We’ll drink a little mescal, get a little buzz,
And make a little Mexico love.
We can hear the mariachis play.
We can fall in love again every day.
You’re still the only one I’m dreaming of.
And we’ll make a little Mexico love.
Every language has a word for romance.
It translates so easy when you slow dance.
They won’t even notice if we take some home,
Mi amore — mi corazone.
We can hear the mariachis play.
We can fall in love again every day.
You’re still the only one I’m dreaming of.
And we’ll make a little Mexico love.
You’re still the only one I’m dreaming of.
And we’ll make a little Mexico love..

IT’S A GREAT PLACE TO BE (IF YOU’RE LONESOME)

Words by Steve Spurgin and Dennis Caplinger; Music by Steve Spurgin
© Bum’s Rush Music, BMI

Sailing on Nevada 95, listening to those hot tires whine.
Baby ran away with a dealer named Ray back in Vegas,
Now I’m too blue to cry — headin’ north under big desert skies.
But it’s a great place to be if you’re lonesome.
It’s a great place to be when your heart breaks in two.
It’s a great place to be if you’re lonely like me,
And you need a new place to call home from.
It’s a great place to be if you’re lonesome.
Beatty is a far cry from Reno, but I gambled my money away.
Sold my guitar, got a job tending bar and it looks like I’m sure here to stay —
And it don’t make a dang anyway.
‘Cause it’s a great place to be if you’re lonesome.
It’s a great place to be when your heart breaks in two.
It’s a great place to be if you’re lonely like me,
And you need a new place to call home, son.
It’s a great place to be if you’re lonesome.
If you’re lonesome
It’s a great place to be
If you’re lonesome.

IF L.A. WAS A LADY

If L.A. was a lady, there’d be no paint and powder.
There wouldn’t be one thing about her to lead your heart astray.
If L.A. was a lady, she wouldn’t take your gift and hock it.
But she just picks your pocket, and steals your soul away.
When I was much younger, she looked at me in wonder
That I believed her favors could be tempted for a song.
All I saw was perfection…blind to her deception.
A garden green like Eden was just desert all along.
If L.A. was a lady, her perfume still would linger,
Her kisses would be tender and her love would never sway.
But her kind of love has always been cold and dark as mortal sin.
If L.A. was a lady, there would be no price to pay.
How the streets can glisten as the rain runs for the mountains.
Diamond nights and neon lights — she’ll take your breath away.
The suitors have been many, and I wonder if there’s any bigger
Fool than me whose dreams just fell to dust and blew away?
If L.A. was a lady, a little hard time wouldn’t matter,
She promises forever when she asks you out to play.
If L.A. was a lady, her vows would go unbroken.
But with twisted truth, she took my youth and sent me on my way.
If L.A. was a lady, there would be no price to pay..

CARMEN

O Carmen, I’ve had too much tequila.
Between you and this Mexican moon I’m gonna fall.
El Paso lady, you’re driving me crazy.
In a language I don’t understand — you said it all.
Dusty old Juarez on the old Rio Grande’
It sure is handy — if you need a friend.
I don’t belong here, your dark eyes keep warning.
I’ll leave in the morning, but for know just let me in.
O Carmen, I’ve had too much tequila.
Between you and this Mexican moon I’m gonna fall.
El Paso lady, you’re driving me crazy.
In a language I don’t understand — you said it all.
Crossing over the border, stepping over the line,
Drunk on yesterday’s wine and still feeling the flame.
The guitars are playing a song that I’ve never heard.
Without saying a word, you keep calling my name.
O Carmen, I’ve had too much tequila.
Between you and this Mexican moon I’m gonna fall.
"No tengo lugar aqui, tus ojos me cautionan.
Salgo en la mañana, por ahora deja me entrar,"
O Carmen, I’ve had too much tequila.
Between you and this Mexican moon I’m gonna fall.
"Senorita de El Paso, me causas poner loco."
In a language I don’t understand — you said it all..

LOOK AT WHAT YOU’VE DONE

I used to think a good time was in some honky tonk,
Dancing with a bottle ‘til I could hardly walk.
Lord, the things I’ve done in my time that wouldn’t stand the light.
I’d drag my name down in shame just to make it through the night.
I was bouncing off the bottom with one foot in the grave.
I’ll never understand why it was me you picked to save.
You loved me back to life when all my life had come undone.
Now here I stand a different man. Honey, look at what you’ve done.
Look at what you’ve done to me. I’m coming home at night,
‘Cause I can’t wait to feel your arms around me tight.
When I’m looking for a good time now, you’re my only one.
You made a jewel out of a fool. Honey, look at what you’ve done.
The fire you started is one that just won’t fade.
You’re the love of my lifetime, so when I’m old and gray,
You’ll be the sparkle in my eyes. Forget that rocking chair.
When the feeling’s right, turn out the light. You’ll always find me there.
Look at what you’ve done to me. I’m coming home at night,
‘Cause I can’t wait to feel your arms around me tight.
When I’m looking for a good time now, you’re my only one.
You made a jewel out of a fool. Honey, look at what you’ve done.
You made a jewel out of a fool. Honey, look at what you’ve done..

THEY DON’T PLAY GEORGE JONES ON MTV

Daddy used to have it made.
He knew every song to play —
"Cryin’ time", "I’ll Walk the Line", and good old "Clifton Clower".
Always in demand,
People loved his little band
When they’d pick the daylights out of "Wildwood Flower".
Though he never was a star,
It never took Pop quite that far,
He still dreamed of Nashville, Tennessee.
Somewhere something passed him by.
No one told him why
They don’t play George Jones on MTV.
He’s still out there
Low and lonely after midnight
When it’s down to two or three.
When there’s country in your soul,
It won’t come out rock & roll.
But, they don’t play George Jones on MTV.
He’s still got that old guitar
In the back seat of his car,
Waiting for some chance to play for free.
Pumping gas don’t really pay,
But, there ain’t much else to do these days.
‘Cause they don’t play George Jones on MTV.
He’s still out there
Low and lonely after midnight
When it’s down to two or three.
When there’s country in your soul,
It won’t come out rock & roll.
But, they don’t play George Jones on MTV.