- Scotty Emerick - "I Can't Take You Anywhere"
(Toby Keith and Scott Emerick)
You've been a part of my life for so very long,
It's hard for me to believe sometimes that you're really gone,
I tuck your memory away in that special hiding place,
Hoping no one could tell by the look on my face.
That you're still in my heart, always on my mind,
Part of my everyday.
Like just last night I went out for a bite,
I tried to have fun with all of my might.
But even the laughter, it wasn't much of a break,
'Cause right in the middle of my salad and steak,
Bobby Joe walked in with a couple of friends,
And said, "Hey have you heard from her at all,
"Man, like, where's she been?"
And it, struck a nerve;
And it, hit a vein.
You'd think from all the tears I cried,
And this broken-hearted pain,
I wouldn't have to carry you around with me.
But it seems like everywhere I go,
Somebody wants to know where you've been.
Are you comin' back again? I swear,
I can't take you anywhere.
So I left all alone, just headed back home,
As I listened to the messages on my telephone.
There was one from my sister,
And one from an old friend.
He said: "I drove by your house tonight, dude,
"But you weren't in.
"Just checkin' up on you boy, I hope you're doin' alright.
"Oh, by the way man, I seen her last night."
And it, struck a nerve;
And it, hit a vein.
You'd think from all the tears I cried,
And this broken-hearted pain,
I wouldn't have to carry you around with me.
But it seems like everywhere I go,
Somebody wants to know where you've been.
Are you comin' back again? I swear,
I can't take you anywhere.
I swear, I can't take you,
Just can't take you,
I can't take you anywhere.
I can't take you anywhere.
I can't take you anywhere.
I can't take you anywhere.
- Scotty Emerick - "The Coast Is Clear"
(Red Lane and Scott Emerick)
Afternoon low tide, workin' my plan.
Got one hand in the water, the other in the sand.
Two beers in a cooler, one warm heart in place.
Got a picture in a bottle, one nailed up to a palm tree.
One out in the wind and they all look like me.
I want somebody to be the feeling's all over my face.
Oh, I've never been more ready than I am right now,
I know sooner or later, someday, somehow,
Somebody's gonna walk up,
An' join somebody sittin' right here.
So wherever, whoever you are,
The coast is clear.
I close my eyes and the sound of the waves,
Carries me forward to better days,
An' they open my eyes to the woman of my dreams strolling in.
With a small touch of shyness an' a smooth kind of style,
She kisses me on the cheek and she says with a smile:
"I've been waiting all my life for you, baby. Where have you been?"
Oh, I've never been more ready than I am right now,
I know sooner or later, someway, somehow,
Somebody's gonna walk up,
An' join somebody sittin' right here.
So wherever, whoever you are,
The coast is clear.
Girl, wherever, whoever you are,
The coast is clear.
Afternoon low tide, I'm just workin' my plan,
Right now, right here,
The coast is clear.
Oh, yeah.
- Scotty Emerick - "What's Up With That"
(Toby Keith and Scotty Emerick)
You said: "Eight o'clock an' don't be late."
I said: "I won't: I just can't wait."
Nine-fifteen, I'm wonderin' where you're at
Hey, baby, what's up with that?
Pedro, my friend, dropped in at ten.
"Como esta. Muy buen."
He said he saw you kiss a boy down at the laundry-mat.
Now, mes amigo, what's up with that?
Girl, what's goin' on?
Why would you be out lookin' around,
When last night, we had somethin' cookin'?
You swore you'd be my baby,
And I'd forever be your baby too.
That's why I thought you'd never leave me hangin',
An' stuck on this bar stool cross-eyed,
Singin' the blues to a bartender girl,
In a cowboy hat:
Baby, what's up with that?
Where could you be? It's almost twelve.
I left a message on your shelf.
One-thirty-five, still ain't heard back.
Now could you tell me what's up with that?
It's closing time, I leave alone.
Drive by your house but you're not home.
All night long, wonderin' where you're at.
Hey, baby, what's up with that?
Girl, what's goin' on?
Why would you be out lookin' around,
When last night, we had somethin' cookin'?
You swore you'd be my baby,
And I'd forever be your baby too.
That's why I thought you'd never leave me hangin',
An' stuck on this bar stool cross-eyed,
Singin' the blues to a bartender girl,
In a cowboy hat:
Baby, what's up with that?
Oh, yeah, yeah:
Oh, baby, what's up with that?
