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Oh Carmen, I had too much tequila
Between you and this Mexican moon I'm gonna fall
El Paso lady, you're driving me crazy
In a language I don't understand, you said it all.

Dusty old Juarez on the old Rio Grande
It's sure is handy when you need a friend
I don't belong here, your dark eyes keep warning

When the last, breath of life
Is gone from, my body
And my lips, are as cold as the sea
When my friends gather 'round
For my farewell party
Won't you, pretend you love me
There will be flowers from those
Who cry, when I'm gone

We've gone as far together this love will let us go
There's been lights of love along the way
And I remember just enough to know how much we had
And I'm saving it all for the memories
It's not right to hold someone like we held on to us
Lord knows the price is high for being free
And I look back and cry about the times you cried for me
Yes I'm saving it all for the memories

I still recall the morning that I met you
Standing out in front of Wilson's Five and Dime
Staring through the window at the jewelry
Hungry for the things you couldn't buy

Just like a fool I thought that I could please you
I saw you had an eye for things that shine
I paid seven saw mill dollars for a bracelet

Got no reason now for goin' home
All my reason's now she is gone
Got no one there to talk to,
And even though I know I ought to
Got no reason now for goin' home.

Once I had ev'ry reason a man could want
For goin' home and makin' love, but now I don't

Sometimes late at night I think about you
Now and then I still forget that you and I are through
And I'll reach for the phone and start to call you at home
But I catch myself oh I catch myself

Some days unconsciously I whisper your name
Sitting at some red light waiting for my life to change
And I'll drive by your house and almost stop and get out

I Know What It's Like In Her Arms
Recorded by Gene Watson
Written by Lola Jean Dillon

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Oh this time I won’t listen
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To your small petty troubles to someone else

You look to good to sit there looking lonely
And wasting what should be a perfect night
You should be somebody's one and only
If you'd just listen to some good advice.

If I were you I'd sit down at my table
If I were you that's where I'd want to be
We'd laugh and dance as long as we were able

There's a new car in the driveway and some money I don't need
And there's a pickup in the backyard that no one likes but me
We already raised the children like an old time they'd be gone
So honey let's give up or get it on
I can say this life I've shared with you was anything but good
And if I could find the love we had Lord knows you know I would
We've got everything to live with but everything's almost gone
So honey let's give up or get it on

Mama sold roses in the year '49
They were made out of paper and sold for a dime
She carved out a living by walking the streets
Crying, who'll buy my roses with a voice soft and sweet

If love was a measure of diamonds or gold
No one could afford the roses she sold
She'd shape the crape' paper and softly she'd say

You found your greener pastures in a mansion on the hill
With a flashy foreign car to drive and lots of time to kill
Now my mind keeps on remembering the days of me and you
But when we were down to nothing, nothin' sure looked good on you.
You said you needed simple things that I had plenty of
And through the days of dark and rain we could always live on love
With his style in life he lured you and you could not refuse
But when we were down to nothin', nothin' sure looked so good on you.

If I must live alone, I'd rather do it by myself
For I've never known a mirror to shake it's head and turn and walk away
Lookin' at myself and all the things that I believe in
Left dying in the silence of the things you never say.

I'm sleeping by myself, somehow I've never had you
Oh, I wish I knew the reason, I'm sure there's an answer to it all
Talking to myself is something else that I've grown used to

Them Texas fields were hot and
That tractor never was my kinda livin'
And when I hit sixteen I had the size
And I hit the road to freedom
And I'm glad I wasn't there to see my mama
'Cause she must have cried for hours
I still hear her sayin', Gary
Get your guitar and pick the wildwood flower

If I had the heart of a clown
I'd laugh every time you made me blue
If I had the heart of a clown
You wouldn't see me cry the way you do
I'd paint a smile upon my face each time you hurt me so
My arms would long for your embrace
But you would never know
I'd sing as my dream world tumbled down

Well' I got off work and headed for town to have a few
Determined I would drown the pain of losing you
But this couple on the dance floor were droppin' quarters in a slot
And this heartless thing kept spinnin' old forget-me-nots
The jukebox played along to my misery in song
Just as if it felt the pain that I was goin' through
Oh, it wailed out Crying Time and You Were Always On My Mind
I was singin' the blues and the jukebox played along

The Old man told his story
About the years gone by
How he played his horn down in New Orleans
In some old dingy dive
"I knew 'em all back then." he said
As he reached out for his horn
He closed his eyes and wet his lips
Then the blues were born.