It Takes A Lot Of Dough (Larry W Jones 02/04/2020) (song #7670)

Oh it takes a lot of dough

Babe for me to be your beau

I’m so in love with you babe

But my dough is runnin’ thin

I try my best but can’t save

Flower prices rose again

Oh it takes a lot of dough

Babe for me to be your beau

(Instrumental)

Oh babe I’m no movie star

Don’t drive no Cadillac car

Ain’t got nothing much to show

Ain’t got much and low on dough

Clothes I’m wearin’ done wore out

No pretty sight ain’t no doubt

Oh it takes a lot of dough

Babe for me to be your beau

(Instrumental)

I’m so in love with you babe

But my dough is runnin’ thin

Oh it takes a lot of dough

Babe for me to be your beau

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Texarkana Gal (Larry W Jones 02/04/2020) (song #7669)

I can tell you’re from the border

Texas, Louisiana and Arkansas

That beautiful smile on your face

Is the prettiest one I ever saw

Texarkana gal I love you

Texarkana gal hear my call

In you’all you’re the best one of them all

Nobody else can take your place

I love to look upon your smiling face

Texarkana gal I love you

(Instrumental)

Now I can tell you this is true

A Texarkana cottage built for two

Is where all my dreams will come true

If you will just say I Do, yes I Do

Texarkana gal I love you

Gal I would walk a thousand miles

To see your Texarkana Texas smile

Soon I’ll be heading right on back

Down that long Texarkana railroad track

Texarkana gal I love you

Texarkana gal I love you

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Boxcars Rolling Far From Home (Larry W Jones 02/03/2020) (song #7668)

With raindrops coming through the cracks and teardrops on my sack

This old boxcar’s the only thing I call my own

My heart’s always pining while that locomotive’s whining

Pulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home

I had a love who was Texan with a fine complexion

But her love words I could not be dependent on

Now this old train ain’t warm but it keeps my poor heart from harm

Pulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home

(Instrumental)

I ain’t one for nitpicking as steel wheels keep on clicking

Hopping boxcars keeps me busy just hanging on

Warm tears sometimes get me choking as that stack is smoking

Pulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home

Down to my last bottle as he opens up the throttle

These old rails will take me to where I’ve never gone

My mind is full of worry but this train’s in no hurry

Pulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home

These old rails will take me to where I’ve never gone

Pulling a hundred boxcars rolling far from home

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The Flying Dutchman And Me (Larry W Jones 02/02/2020) (song #7667)

A bottle of rum pleases the sailor

But it’s just the sailin’ that pleases me

Billy he was a blue water whaler

And like me he loved to be fancy free

We climbed high riggin’ for seaman’s wages

The deck from the top yard arm far below

An old sailor’s tale rings through the ages

Of the Flying Dutchman lost in the blow

Billy was as wild as a blue norther

And I reckoned he had makins’ like me

He said goodbye to mother and father

Young Billy the Flying Dutchman and me

Now ladies of Spain we do adore you

But never forget we’re men of the sea

Sailors of the salty brine through and through

Young Billy the Flying Dutchman and me

We rounded the Cape Of Good Hope one night

And stormy waves they were thirty feet high

The Table Bay light was nowhere in sight

Billy and I had faces full of fright

Then out of the storm an apparition

A ship with torn sails on the wild tossed sea

So we steered in its wake toward Table Bay

Young Billy, the Flying Dutchman, and me

It was near dawn when we made the harbor

Where was the ship that saved us from the sea

An old sailor’s tale that night grew larger

Young Billy, the Flying Dutchman, and me

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That Old San Angelo Swing (Larry W Jones 01/26/2020) (song #7666)

Him:

There’s a cowgirl in west Texas I call my better half

She’s from San Angelo and loves to sing

Out there in west Texas she’s a beautiful photograph

More than a picture of this cowboy’s dream

Her:

There’s a cowboy down in Houston I think is so handsome

He’s a Texan and loves to sing old songs

Now, my Mama said he don’t own a big old king’s ransom

But here in my heart is where he belongs

Him: There’s a dance we do in San Angelo

Her: We do it Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring

Both: So, join us on the floor and feel the flow

Both: Cause it’s called that old San Angelo Swing

(Instrumental)

Him: Now, when two Texans dance together there’s an old sayin’

Her: True love has been found on a sawdust floor

Him: Oh, I love to be swayin’ while twin fiddles are playin’

Her: Cowboy, now this has been worth waitin’ for

Her:

There’s a cowboy down in Houston I think is so handsome

He’s a Texan and loves to sing old songs

Now, my Mama said he don’t own a big old king’s ransom

But here in my heart is where he belongs

Him: There’s a dance we do in San Angelo

Her: We do it Summer, Fall, Winter and Spring

Both: So, join us on the floor and feel the flow

Both: Cause it’s called that old San Angelo Swing

Both: Yeah, it’s called that old San Angelo Swing

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Hog Truck (Larry W Jones 02/06/2020) (song #7672)

Well, I left Houston early one mornin’

It was the end of a hot August night

That’s when I considered it just my luck

To come upon a loaded hog truck’s lights

I couldn’t pass because of construction

The air was gassed and smelled like destruction

My old air conditioner just sucked it in

The smell hit my nose and under my skin

Hog truck, hog truck, swine in the truck ahead

Smell I was smellin’, must-a been some dead

Hog truck, hog truck, nine miles ’fore I could pass

The hogs were squealin’, sick I was feelin’

Hogs in the truck ahead were passin’ gas

(Instrumental)

The work zone ended and around I went

He honked at me as I opened the vent

On his dash, a box of baby back ribs

He was throwin’ out bones of the dead pigs

Hog truck, hog truck, swine in the truck ahead

Smell I was smellin’, must-a been some dead

Hog truck, hog truck, nine miles ’fore I could pass

The hogs were squealin’, sick I was feelin’

Hogs in the truck ahead were passin’ gas

Hog truck, hog truck, swine in the truck ahead

Spoken:

Hogs are swine, you know

Don’t get behind a hog truck when you can’t pass

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The Other Side Of The Song (Larry W Jones 01/20/2020) (song #7665)

I thought our love would read like a ballad

An anthem where two hearts could sing along

When you left those words became invalid

Now I’m on the other side of the song

The other side of the song

Where dreams of love don’t belong

I can’t believe I’m now on

The other side of the song

(Instrumental)

Now, some think it’s funny how tables turn

How sunny days are just fables and wrong

Some sweet dreams are only bridges to burn

Now I’m on the other side of the song

The other side of the song

Where dreams of love don’t belong

I can’t believe I’m now on

The other side of the song

(Instrumental)

Darling, you don’t know how it hurts and stings

And you don’t care to know what’s going on

No melody can be played on the strings

When I’m on the other side of the song

The other side of the song

Where dreams of love don’t belong

I can’t believe I’m now on

The other side of the song

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Along That Long Road Toward Home (Larry W Jones 01/13/2020) (song #7664)

My thoughts are of you as I sit here alone

I’m thinking of you when I’m so far from home

Here in my lonely world I don’t want to stay

So, my darling I’ll soon be heading your way

Oh, I’m lonely and blue and now I must roam

Right back to you along that long road toward home

(Instrumental)

My mind is troubled and my poor heart’s in pain

And my search for fortune has turned out in vain

I have nothing to show and nothing to gain

All treasures I left behind down mem’ry lane

Oh, I’m lonely and blue and now I must roam

Right back to you along that long road toward home

(Instrumental)

There’s a small cottage at the foot of a hill

Close to the stream and an old shuttered sawmill

Here in my lonely world I don’t want to stay

So, my darling I’ll soon be heading your way

Oh, I’m lonely and blue and now I must roam

Right back to you along that long road toward home

Oh, I’m lonely and blue and now I must roam

Right back to you along that long road toward home

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Timepiece Ticking (Larry W Jones 01/09/2020) (song #7663)

Timepiece ticking on my left wrist

Counting the hours since I’ve been kissed

Little watch watching me in bed

Knowing there’s lonely hours ahead

Just one hour more of sunshine bright

Timepiece counting down to midnight

Daylight savings ain’t saving me

The time ain’t right for love to be

(Instrumental)

Timepiece rolling just like a wheel

Knowing each second how I feel

Mounted in a bezel of gold

Counting the days and growing old

Just one hour more of sunshine bright

Timepiece counting down to midnight

Daylight savings ain’t saving me

The time ain’t right for love to be

Timepiece ticking away my dreams

Love disappearing down the stream

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A Little More Time (Larry W Jones 01/01/2020) (song #7662)

Each and every day seems to be the same

A new kiss, a promise to keep love’s flame

Another worry and a hill to climb

I know you haven’t found big promised dreams

Those are always a step ahead it seems

Darling please give me a little more time

Now, sweetheart a few small dreams have come true

And someday the big ones will come to you

But for now it’s just the work-a-day grind

One day a fresh new rainbow will appear

I see it forming and I know it’s near

Darling please give me a little more time

(Instrumental)

Now, sweetheart a few small dreams have come true

And someday the big ones will come to you

But for now it’s just the work-a-day grind

One day a fresh new rainbow will appear

I see it forming and I know it’s near

Darling please give me a little more time

One day a fresh new rainbow will appear

I see it forming and I know it’s near

Darling please give me a little more time

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