- Lonestar - "Walkin' in Memphis"
(Marc Cohn)
Put on my blue suede shoes, an' I boarded the plane.
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues in the middle of a pouring rain.
W.C. Handy, won't you look down over me?
'Cause I got a first-class ticket and I'm as blue as a boy can be.
Walking in Memphis.
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale.
Walking in Memphis.
But do I really feel the way I feel?
Saw the ghost of Elvis down on Union Avenue.
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland an' watched him walk right through.
Now security, they did not see him, they just hovered 'round his tomb.
There's a pretty little thing waiting on "The King" down in the Jungle Room.
Walking in Memphis. (Walking in Memphis.)
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale.
Walking in Memphis. (Walking in Memphis.)
But do I really feel the way I feel?
They've got catfish on the table.
They've got gospel in the air.
And Reverend Green would be glad to see you,
When you haven't got a prayer.
You've got a prayer in Memphis.
Now Muriel plays the piano every Friday at the Hollywood.
And they brought me down to see her and they asked me if I would,
Do a little number, and I sang with all my might.
She said :"Tell me are you a Christian?" An' I said "Ma'am I am tonight."
Walking in Memphis.
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale.
Walking in Memphis.
But do I really feel the way I feel?
Oh, walking in Memphis. (Walking in Memphis.)
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale.
Walking in Memphis. (Walking in Memphis.)
But do I really feel the way I feel?
Oh, walking in Memphis. (Walking in Memphis.)
Oh, (Walking in Memphis.)
- Lonestar- "Mr. Mom"
(Ron Harbin, Richie McDonald and Don Pfrimmer)
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Lost my job, came home mad,
Got a hug and kiss and: "That's too bad."
She said: "I can go to work until you find another job."
I thought: "I like the sound of that."
Watch TV and take long naps.
Go from a hard working Dad to being Mr. Mom.
Well, pampers melt in a Maytag dryer,
Crayons go up one drawer higher.
Rewind Barney for the fifteenth time.
Breakfast, six; naps at nine.
There's bubblegum in the baby's hair,
Sweet potatoes in my lazy chair.
Been crazy all day long,
And it's only Monday, Mr. Mom.
Football, soccer and ballet:
Squeeze in Scouts and PTA.
And there's that shopping list she left that's seven pages long.
How much smoke can one stove make?
The kids won't eat my charcoal cake.
It's more than any man can take, being Mr. Mom.
Well, pampers melt in a Maytag dryer,
Crayons go up one drawer higher.
Rewind Barney for the sixteenth time.
Breakfast, six; naps at nine.
There's bubblegum in the baby's hair,
Sweet potatoes in my lazy chair.
Been crazy all day long,
And it's only Monday, Mr. Mom.
Before I fall in bed tonight,
If the dog didn't eat the classifieds,
I'm gonna look just one more time.
'Cause pampers melt in a Maytag dryer,
Crayons go up one drawer higher.
Rewind Barney for the eighteenth time.
Breakfast, six; naps at nine.
There's bubblegum in the baby's hair,
Sweet potatoes in my lazy chair.
Been crazy all day long, (All day long.)
Oh, been crazy all day long,
And it's only Monday, Mr. Mom.
Oh, Mr Mom.
Balancin' checkbooks, juggling bills:
Thought there was nothing to it.
Baby, now I know how you feel,
What I don't know is how you do it.
Oh.
- Lonestar - "My Front Porch Looking In"
Oooh yeah. Whooo, yeah.Oh, yeah.
The only ground I ever owned was stickin' to my shoes.
Now I look out my front porch at this panoramic view.
I can sit an' watch the fields fill up with rays of golden sun.
I watch the moon lay on the fences like that where it was hung.
My blessings are in front of me, it's not about the land.
I'll never beat the view from my front porch, looking in.
There's a carrot top that can barely walk,
With a sippy cup of milk.
A little blue-eyed blonde with shoes on wrong,
'Cause she likes to dress herself.
The most beautiful girl holding both of them:
Yeah, the view I love the most is my front porch, lookin' in.
Yeah.
I've traveled here and everywhere followin' my job.
I've the seen the painting's from the air, brushed by the hand of God.
The mountains and the canyons reach from sea to shinin' sea.
But I can't wait to get back home to the one he made for me.
'Cause anywhere I'll ever go and everywhere I've been,
Nothin' takes my breath away like my front porch, lookin' in.
There's a carrot top that can barely walk,
With a sippy cup of milk.
A little blue-eyed blonde with shoes on wrong,
'Cause she likes to dress herself.
An' the most beautiful girl holding both of them:
Yeah, the view I love the most is my front porch, lookin' in.
I see what beautiful is about,
When I'm lookin' in, not when I'm lookin' out.
There's a carrot top that can barely walk,
With a sippy cup of milk.
A little blue-eyed blonde with shoes on wrong,
'Cause she likes to dress herself.
An' the most beautiful girl holding both of them:
Now, the view I love the most;
Oh, the view I love the most,
Is my front porch, lookin' in.
Oh, there's a carrot top that can barely walk,
(From my front porch, lookin' in.)
A little blue-eyed blonde with shoes on wrong, yeah.
The most beautiful girl,
(From my front porch, lookin' in.)
Holding both of them.
Whoa, yeah.
- Lonestar - "Class Reunion (That Used To Be Us)"
(Richie McDonald, Frank J. Myers and Don Pfrimmer)
Well, I rolled into town with the ragtop down.
I was looking for that Homecoming Queen.
That three-by-nine lit hotel sign read:
"Welcome back class of '83."
There were football guys twice their size,
Cheerleaders hidin' the grey in their hair.
The names were the same but the faces had changed:
I didn't recognize anyone there.
That used to be us.
We used to be cool.
With the music cranked up, hangin' out after school.
That used to be Jill,
That used to be Joe.
Tell me where in the world did we all go?
That used to be us.
Oh, that used to be us.
Had a drink with some buds, played a lot of catch up,
Danced with my date from the Prom.
But as hard as I tried, till I closed my eyes,
Everybody I knew was gone.
There was Mr. Finch; he taught English and French:
He was dancin' with a couple of canes.
And that Homecoming Queen, yeah, the girl of my dreams,
She didn't even remember my name, oh.
That used to be us.
We used to be cool,
With the music cranked up, hangin' out after school.
That used to be Jill,
That used to be Joe.
Tell me where in the world did we all go?
That used to be us.
As I stand here and look around,
I can't help but wonder,
Who we'll be ten years from now.
That used to be us.
We used to be cool,
With the music cranked up, hangin' out after school.
That used to be Jill,
That used to be Joe.
Tell me where in the world did we all go?
That used to be us. (That was us.)
Oh, that used to be us. (That was us.)
That used to be us. (That was us.)
That used to be us.
