The stars are shining in the Fast Texas air
Another futeen minutes and I'm gonna be there
It's been a long drive
But evetythoig is going airight
I'm on the Gladewater Highway
Going juke joint jumping tonight

The juke joint's honey where I learned how to sing
Where they honkey took all night
And Hank Williams is king
We're gonna do a little dancing
Keep at it 'till broad daylight
We're on the Gladewater Highway
Going joke joint jumping tonight

I might go dancing or shooting pool
It's a hip trip baby and the eats are all cool
It's the real thing and it sure is a welcome sight
It's where I cut my teeth
And I'm going juke joint jumping tonight

So next time you go travel
Brother here's a good plan
Get your automobile and go to Texarkan
You're gonna do a little driving
Keep at it 'till broad daylight
You're on the Gladewater Highway
Going joke joint jumping tonight

Wayn Hancock: acoustic guitar and vocats
Paul Skelton: guitar
Bob Stafford: guitar
Rick Ramires: bass
Lloyd Maines: steel guitar
 
 
 

POOR BOY BLUES

Worn out suit, worn out shoes
I got no money to pay my dues
I got the poor boy blues

There's a soda pop on over that hill
But I got no car or a dollar bill
I got the poor boy blues

I got no money and I got no home
Just my traveling shoes and the world to roam
luding the rails and seeing the sights
Sleeping all day and staying up nights

I got no ride but that's alright
I'll jump a freight train later on tonight
I got the poor boy blues

I got no money and I got no home
Just my traveling shoes and the world to roam
luding the rails and seeing the sights
Sleeping all day and staying up nights

I got no money to pay my rent
Just a pocketful of change worth filteen cents
I got the poor boy blues

Wayne Hancock: acoustic guitar and vocals
Paul Skelton: guitar
Bob Stafford: guitar
Ric Ramires: bass
 
 
 
 
 

THUNDERSTORMS AND NEON SIGNS
 

There's some big black clouds blowing in from the west
I've been driving all day and I sure could use some rest
There's a motel up ahead where I can unwind
'Cause I sure love thunderstorms and neon signs

I grew up on the road from town to town
My daddy's line of work, kept us moving around
I've got fond memories of the way things wre back then
The warmth of the neon when a bad storm was moving on

We listened to the Opry in small cafes
When we stopped to get a bite along the way
Whenever I hear the wheels begin to whine
It takes me back to another time

I've got a real nice room with a radio and TV
This here motel living is the only life for me
It looks like it'll be raining for quite some time
Mixed with the lightning is the glow from a neon sign

We listend to the Opry in small cafes
When we stopped to get a bite along the way
Whenever I hear the wheels begin to whine
It takes me back to another time

There's some big black clouds blowing in from the west
I've been driving all day and I sure could use some rest
There's a motel up ahead where I can unwind
'Cause I sure love thunderstorms and neon signs

Wayne Hancock: acoustic guitar and vocals
Paul Skelton: guitar
Bob Stafford: guitar
Ric Ramirez: bass
Herb Steiner: steel guitar
 
 
 
 

SHE'S MY BABY

I've got a little gal
About five feet tall
She's one hot mama
And that ain't all

She's my baby
I'm her daddy
We're both going steady
So you'd better leave my baby alone

We got a little shack
Just right off the main
The roof don't leak
When it starts to rain

She's my baby
I'm her daddy
We're both going steady
So you'd better leave my baby alone

She's my baby
And I'll tell you this much
You can look at my candy
But you better not touch

She's my baby
I'm her daddy
We're both going steady
So you'd better leave my baby alone
 

Wayne Hanceck, acoustic guitar and vocals
Sue Foley: guitar
Bob Stafford, guitar and background vocals
Kevin Smith, bass
Herb Steiner, steel guitar
Lloyd Maines, Chris Perez, Michael Dietz,
Bill Maldonado & Ric Ramirez: background vocals
 
 
 

BIG CITY GOODTIME GIRL

I've got a crazy little lady she's a wild cat
She's up fourteen floors and has a two room flat
She's my honey loving baby, hep cats call her Sue
She really digs this kind of living
She sure ain't got the highrise blues

This scene ain't nothing like the niral route
You ain't got to go travel to go stepping out
I'm just a ldd from the country
And I ain't got no pals
I don't need nobody
Just my big city goodtime gal

Sometimes I tend to worry and wonder too
What's a hillbilly guy like me gonna do
If the day ever comes
She don't want me hanging around
Well, I'll do a little jumping
And hit every joint in town

I've got a flat out yonder dowoTexas way
A hot rod Chrysler when I want to play
And tonight we're throwing a fit
That's gonna make 'em howl
I'm gonna pacty with my baby
My big city goodtime gal

Wayne Hancock: acoustic guitar and vocals
Sue Foley: guitar
Blob Staffords: guitar
Kevin Smith: bass
Llloyd Maines: steelgultar
 
 
 

AiN'T NOBODY'S BLUES BUT MY OWN

Now everybody that knows me
Knows just the way I feel
When my baby ain't around
I've lots of time to kill
I ain't into playing, no Sir,
I don't run around
But, I'll be awful lunesome
'Til my sugar's hack in town

'Cause they aili't nobody's blues but my own
When my gal's gone they come around
Until she comes back home
It's the woist kind of heartache that I've known
Yeah, they ain't nobody's blues hut my own

There's lots of pretty women
But only one can have my heart
Brother when she ain't around
My whole world just falls apart
But according to my schedule
She's gonna he back soon
Tonight I'll sleep out on the porch
Underneath that lonesome moon

You can have your cheap motels
And running around 'till late
Living in that kind of place
Is loving second rate
I've got myself a fme gal
Together we'll go far
If I mean me world to her
Then she's my lucky star
 

Wayne Hancock: acoustic guitar and vocals
Sue Foley: Guitar
Bob Stafford: guitar and trombone
Paul Skelton: acoustic guitar
Kevin Smith: bass
Stan Smith: clarinet
 
 
 

DOUBLE A DADDY

I'm a double A daddy!

We're going Out drinking
We're gonna go driving around
Yeah, we're going Out drinking
Gomia go driving around
I'm goona do the driving
So you won't have to go downtown

That's it baby
Go ahead and tie one on
Yeah, tilt it back momma till the last drops are gone
When your daddy's at the wheel
Am't nothing ever gonna go wrong

You can dance all oight till you fall on the floor
Knock yourself out till you can't stand it no more
I'm a double A daddy, I'm sober aB the time
Look out momma 'cause l'B take you on down the tin'

We're going out drinking
We're gonna go driving around
Yeah, we're going out drinking
Gonna go driving around
I'm gonna do the driving
So you won't have to go downtown

I drank so much that I thought I couldn't quit
Now that I done, I'm gonna stliy legit
I'm a double A daddy, I'm sober all the time
Look Out momma 'cause I'll take you on down the tin
 

Wayne Hancock: acoustic guitar and vocals
Bob Stafford: guitar
Paul Skelton: guitar
Rick Ramirez: bass
Herb Steiner: steel guitar
 
 
 
 
 

WY DON'T YOU LEAVE ME ALONE?

Last night you told me that I ain't worth a dime
Well.' don't you worry baby cause I'm leaving this time

Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you leave me alone
Your hillbilly daddy's packing
And I'm gonna be gone

We never get along I guess we never will
So saying so long, it ought to give you a thrill

Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you leave me alone
Your hillbilly daddy's packing
And I'm gonna be gone

I'm going joint jumping down at Club 21
I ain't looking for trouble, but I'm going to have hin

Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you leave me alone
Your hillbilly daddy's packing
And I'm gonna be gone

You want a sensitive sissy that'll hear your command
Not a hillbilly singer with a five piece band

Why don't you leave me alone
Why don't you leave me alone
Your hillbilly daddy's packing
And I'm gonna be gone
 

Wayne Hancock: acoustic guitar and vocals
Bob Stafford: guitar
Paul Skelton: guitar
Ric Ramirez: bass
Herb Steiner: steel guitar
 
 
 

TAG ALONG

Oh, Lord, my gal ain't nothing but a tag along
She hangs around a little wIllIe and then she's gone
So, come on pretty baby
Won't you tag along with me

Everything between us always works out fine
She's sot her set of pals and I've got mine
So.' come on pretty baby
Won't you tag along with me

I know a real gone joint on the edge of town
We can dance all night 'till they close it down
I don't wanna set around the doggone house all day
Whale my gal's out dancing the night away

Oh, Lord, I'll love that gal till the day I die
Even though she mos around with the other guys
So come on pretty baby
Won't you tag along with me

Wayne Hancock: acoustic guitar and vocals
Bob Stafford: guitar
Paul Skelton: guitar
Ric Ramirez: bass
Herb Steiner: steel guitar
 
 

COLD LONESOME WIND

It's after two and it just started to rain
The wind is blowing like an old freight train
A distant thunder stirs me from my bed
And all those longing memories
That I once thought were dead

Cold lonesome wind
Take me back home
Back to the country where I belong
Help me relive those days again
Take me back home
Cold lonesome wind

My dad made sure we never missed a meal
He worked those hours long and hard
To keep up on the bills
My mother she meant everything to him
And it's nights like this that really start me
Missing both of them

Cold lonesome wind
Take me back home
Back to the country where I belong
Help me relive those days again
Take me back home
Cold lonesome wind

The years have passed and we've all moved away
In spite of everything that's gone we're all doing
But on certain lonesome stormy nights
I can still be found
Searching through the memories oft
 

Wayne Hancock: acoustic guitar and vocals
Paul Skelton: guitar
Bob Stafford: guitar
Ric Ramirez: bass
Lloyd Maines: steel guitar
 
 

LOCOMOTIVE JOE

I know a crazy cat that rides the train all day long
He's got a gal in every town and he's never alone
lle says the Union Pacific always treats him right
Be goes joint jumpin' in a different town every night

He says, "Come on train my baby's out there waiting,
I got a big date so don't make me late."
He hits the main drag just as hard as he can go
They call him Locomotive Joe, he's a railroad romeo

When he gets to Ft. Worth ("I got on my boots and hat!~)
How 'bout Oklahoma City ("I got my hair slicked back!")
He hits each town and checks 'em like an old trot line
And sonofagun if he don't get a bite each tirne

Wayne Hancock: acouslsc guitar and vocals
Bob Stafford: guitar
Paul Skelton: guitar
Ric Ramirez: bass
 
 
 

No LOVING TONIGHT
 

No loving tonight
No hugging and a kissing
I'm sitting here wishing
That you were mine

No loving tonight
No special moments, dear
I was hoping you'd be here
To hold me one more time

To see you hanging on to him
Really tears me down
There ain't a day that's come and gone
That I ain't wanted you around

No loving tonight
No hugging and a kissing
I'm sitting here wishing
That you were mine

Wayne Hancock: acoustic guitar and vocals
Paul Skebon: guitar
Bob Stafford: guitar
Ric Ramirez: bass
 
 
 

FRIDAY AND SATURDAY NIGHT

Me and my baby's going out on the town
Worried about nothing gonna lay some money down
She's my honkey lovin' baby, I'm her man
We're going joke joint jumping' just as fast as we can

She's my baby, my honey lovin' baby
She always treats me right
That's why I like to take her out dancing
Every Friday and Saturday night

Eariy Sunday morning around haif past four
Me and my baby come a walkin' through the door
Both of us so tired we're about to fall down
Been out there all night tearing up the town

She's my baby, my honey lovin' baby
She always treats me right
That's why I like to take her out dancing
Every Friday and Saturday night

I've been to Memphis.' Memphis, Tennessee
Down through Louisiana, down in New Orieans
I've met a lot of eats that like to swing and rock
My gal jumps down when they play bee hop

She's my baby.' my honey lovin' baby
She aiways treats me right
That's why I like to take her out dancing
Every Friday and Saturday night
 

Wayne Hancock: acoustic guitar and vocals
Bob Stafford: guitar
Paul Skelton: guitar
Ric Ramirez: bass
Lloyd Maines: steel guitar
 

All songs written by Wayne Hancock c 1995 I Wrote It Music / Ten Tunes (ASCAP)