Thinkin' A

(written by Michael Henderson)

I was born the restless kind
Settlin' down never crossed my mind
Wild and woolly well I guess that's me
People sure get nervous when a woman's free
I can hold my tongueI can hold my wine
I can hold my own I'm the restless kind
Well I've seen the country and I've been to town
Rode in limousines with the tops rolled down
Walked down the road where the rivers freeze
Whatever it takes
I do what I please
I can hold my horses
I can hold the line
I can hold my own I'm the restless kind
I was born the restless kind
And I never assume what I'm gonna find
I can stand my ground I can slip through a crack
Just as sure as I leave honey I'll be back
I can hold my temper
I can bide my time
I can hold my own
I'm the restless kind

(written by Michael G. Joyce, Irene Kelley)

I'm catchin' this south bound train
I've had enough of the pouring rain
Chilled to the bone, I have to go
Love was never a friend of mine
The only friend that I have is time
It's down the track, ain't lookin' back
Mexico, O Mexico
I long to see your border town
Mexico, O Mexico
Adios mi corazon
The cars are clickin' the night along
But all I hear is a heartbreak song
Haunting me, relentlessly
Come the morning and I will stand
On the banks of the Rio Grande
A brand new day, wash those tears away
There's nothin' like the feel
Of the steel against the steel
And you can't forget the crying of the rail
There's nothin' like the sight
Of a moonlit desert night
To heal a broken heart that was so frail

(an american girl)
(matraca berg/alice randall)

Phone rings baby cries tv diet guru lies
Good morning honey
Go to work make up try to keep the balance up
Between love and money
She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with x's and o's
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
She's tryin' to make it in her daddy's world
She's an american girl
An american girl

Slow dance second chance mama needs romance
And an live-in maid
Fix the sink mow the yard really isn't all that hard
If you get paids
He used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with x's and o's
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
She's tryin' to make it in her daddy's world
She's an american girl
An american girl

Well she's got her god and she's got good wine
Aretha franklin and patsy cline

She used to tie her hair up in ribbons and bows
Sign her letters with x's and o's
Got a picture of her mama in heels and pearls
She's tryin' to make it in her daddy's world
She's an american girl
An american girl
She's an american girl

(chapin hartford)

I´d put a liittle love note in a bottle throw it off the bay street
Bridge
Watch it glide along the willows
I´d run along the bank with the other kids
If that bottle didn´t hang up on the stones
It would ride that river with a will of its own
It´d go underground and come up in the crecek behind

Jackie´s house, jackie´s house
I´d hang around until jackie came out
My hands would shake my heart would ache
I didn´t know what is was but i first felt love
Behind jackie´s house

You could hear a pin drop in that parlor it was horsechair chairs and old
Lace
Jackie sat beside me like a statue
The other kids were out playing kids´games
Those funny feelings strage and unknown
They would rise like the river with a will of their own
With the risk i took when i first stole a look into

Jackie´s eyes, jackie´s eyes
I saw forever like an endless sky
My hands would shake my heart would ache
I didn´t know what is was but i first saw love
Behind jackie´s eyes

After all this time jackie´s heart´s still mine
And the love keeps on flowing behind jackie´s house, oh ...
Now our little ones they laugh and run down by the creek in the summer
Sun
Jackie´s and me and the years agree
We know what it is, it´s love and it lives here
In jackie´s house oh and in jackie´s eyes
Oh in jackie´s heart and mine

(written by Gretchen Peters)

On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
I thought I saw you there
With the snow falling down around you
Like a silent prayer
And once on a street in New York City
With the jazz and the sin in the air
And once on a cold L.A. freeway
Going nowhere
And it's strange, but it's true
I was sure it was you
Just a face in the crowd
On a bus to St. Cloud

In a church in downtown New Orleans
I got down on my knees and prayed
And I wept in the arms of Jesus
For the choice you made
We were just gettin' to the good part
Just gettin' past the mystery
Oh, and it's just like you, it's just like you
To disagree
And it's strange but it's true
You just slipped out of view
Like a face in the crowd
On a bus to St. Cloud

And you chase me like a shadow
And you haunt me like a ghost
And I hate you some, and I love you some
But I miss you most...

On a bus to St. Cloud, Minnesota
I thought I saw you there
With the snow falling down around you
Like a silent prayer

(gillian welch/matt rollings)

Now the night´s turned pink
On the eastern edges
But the sky is cold and still
And i wonder if it´s the sunrise
Warning the desert
Or the lights of tucson from over the hill

It´s a hard way to love you
This long distance romance
Always stopping and starting again
I don´t mind the miles
When i´m out on the highway
But even when i´m with you the miles just don´t end

And i´m two days from knowing
Whether i can be strong
If i spend one more night in your arms
So i´ve a mind to keep going
And drive right past your door
But i´m two days from knowing for sure

As the night closes down
It fills the horizon
And stretches it out at the seams
And i´m not sure if tomorow
I´m gonna be any closer
To closing the distance between you and me

And i´m two days from knowing
Whether i can be strong
If i spend one more night in your arms
So i´ve a mind to keep going
And drive right past your door
But i´m two days from knowing for sure

We´ll i´ve a mind to keep going
And drive right past your door
But i´m two days from knowing for sure

(angelo/kim richey)

I left home with nothing but a few tears in my eyes
Now i'm halfway down the interstate past highway 99
It's just me and one good wiper blade up against the rain
And i still hear the echoes of those bitter words we said
I could drive a million miles and never drive them from my head

Those words we said
No matter how i try i can't get far enough away
Every sad song on my radio sounds like it's custom made
By some devil on my shoulder that keeps whispering in my ear
Those words that wounded like an arrow to the heart
And keep me drivin', drivin'