Luckenbach, Texas
(Back to the Basics of Love)

The only two things in life that make it worth livin'
is guitars that tune good and firm feelin' women.
I don't need my name in the marquee lights;
I got my song and I got you with me tonight.
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love.

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas,
with Waylon and Willie and the boys.
This successful life we're livin'
got us feudin' like the Hatfields and McCoys.
Between Hank William's pain songs and
Newberry's train songs and
"Blue Eyes Cryin' in the Rain,"
Out in Luckenbach, Texas,
ain't nobody feelin' no pain.

So, baby, let's sell your diamond ring,
buy some boots and faded jeans and go away.
This coat and tie is chokin' me;
In your high so-ci-e-ty you cry all day.
We've been so busy keepin' up with the Jones'
four car garage, and we're still buildin' on,
maybe it's time, we got back to the basics of love.

Mamma's Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to be Cowboys

Mamma's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars and drive them old trucks.
Make 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamma's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cause they'll never stay home, and they're always alone,
Even with someone they love.

A cowboy ain't easy to love and he's harder to hold.
And it means more to him to give you a song than silver or gold.
Budweiser buckles and soft faded Levis
and each night begins a new day.
If you can't understand him and he don't die young,
He'll probably just ride away.

A cowboy loves smoky ole pool rooms and clear mountain mornings.
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him
and them that do sometimes won't know how to take him.
He's not wrong, he's just dif-f'rent and his pride won't let him
do things to make you think he's right.

Red River Valley

From this valley they say you are going
I shall miss your sweet face and your smile
Just because you are weary and tired
You are changing your range for awhile

I’ve been thinking a long time, my darling
Of the sweet words you never would say
Now alas must my fond hopes all vanish?
For they say you are going away

Then come sit here awhile ‘ere you leave us
Do not hasten to bid us adieu
Just remember the Red River Valley
And the Cowboy who loved you so true

San Antonio Rose

Deep within my heart lies a melody, a song of old San Antone,
Where in dreams I live with a memory, Beneath the stars all alone.
It was there I found beside the Alamo,
Enchantment strange as the blue up above
A moonlit pass that only she would know, still hears my broken song of love.
Moon in all your splendor, know only my heart,
Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone.
Lips so sweet and tender, like petals falling apart
Speak once again of my love, my own.
Broken song, empty words I know, Still live in my heart all alone
For that moon lit pass by the Alamo, And Rose, my Rose of San Antone.

Streets of Laredo

As I walked out in the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day.
I spied a dear cowboy wrapped up in white linen,
Wrapped up in white linen, as cold as the clay.

"I see by your outfit that you are a cowboy,"
These words he did say as I boldly stepped by.
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story;
I am shot in the breast and I know I must die.

"Get six jolly cowboys to carry my coffin;
Get six pretty maidens to bear up my pall.
Put bunches of roses all over my coffin,
Put roses to deaden the sods as they fall.

"Go bring me a cup, a cup of cold water,
To cool my parched lips," the cowboy then said;
Before I returned his soul had departed,
And gone to the round-up--the cowboy was dead.

We beat the drum slowly and played the fife lowly,
And bitterly wept as we bore him along;
For we all loved our comrade, so brave, young, and handsome,
We all loved our comrad although he'd done wrong.