I may have someone at home, But sometimes my eyes do roam As I travel town to town, And bar to bar When my true love's out of sight, And it's gettin' late at night To find someone I don't have to look too far In the honky-tonks and taverns, In the dance halls and saloons The ladies they all gather round, To hear us play our tunes When the night comes to a close, Though I'm taken, heaven knows Temptation can be something of a boon Chorus: Not trying hard to stay out of trouble But I'm acting single, and drinking doubles Not sure why I took your ring off of my finger But I'm drinking doubles and acting single Life's a slippery slope, When you're emotionally broke Living through the windows, of your van Another night another town, Sometimes can get you down Look for solace, anywhere you can CHORUS So when a pretty little face, Emerges from the haze It ain't always easy to keep up your guard When you come to your senses, And you've let down your defenses You find yourself combing, each and every bar CHORUS

Shame on you, Maggie Sue What do you think you're trying to do? Taking all them innocent minds and Turning them all shades of blue Shame shame on you, Maggie Sue Moves so sweet, shakin your hips Wink of an eye, lickin those lips Breaking hearts and turning heads You're gonna cause a few contusions You know it's true, no illusions Chorus Maggie Sue Maggie Sue, oh Maggie Sue (repeat) Maggie Sue Maggie Sue, oh Maggie Sue Maggie Sue Maggie Sue, oh Maggie Sue Shame, shame on you, Maggie Sue Now listen here girl, watch your mouth Cussing like a sailor, up and down Drinking like a fish ashore Devil-woman put on your clothes Every lovely inch, is well-exposed CHORUS - SOLO Girl you got no defense You know you’re a bad influence Girl, you and your sweet sweet friends All the boys just love what you do Shame shame on you, Maggie Sue Chorus

(Including chords so you can play along) (B) Just a pickin and a grinnin by the side of the road Gotta carry that weight or so I’ve been told Stay where you at I’m on number nine I’m a straight shooter babe comin down the line I’d be plenty pleased with your company *** But anyway you sum it up it always makes three Tell me where you were when the lights went out Tryin to make it look like it was never in doubt Short Break (D E) Baby baby baby you know I wish you would It takes a whole lotta lovin to make me feel good Bobby got it right and I don’t know why It takes a lot to laugh, it takes a train to cry Long Break #1 (D E B - D E F#) Baby baby baby don’t you know my name? I’ll tell you once cuz there ain’t no shame All I can think of is to wish you well You think you’re doing great but you never can tell Long Break #2 (D E B - D E F# - drum half tempo) Intro riff Tell me where you goin cuz I know where you been Your dress’ is on backwards you got that evil grin Plenty people playing but the game is the same It’s everybody’s fault but no one takes the blame Long Break (D E B D E F#) Vamp out on Oh glory....

What am I to do now that my real gone baby is gone? Well I used to be the luckiest man in the lower 4-8 But then I took to drinkin' and stayin' out a little too late I wasn't doing my baby wrong, when I was leaving her at home alone Now what I am to do now that my really gone baby's gone It's fair to say I never read the writing on the wall And taking her for granted I was heading for a really big fall Now that I've finally hit the ground, she's nowhere to be found Now what I am to do now that my long gone baby's gone Well I thought I’d live without her But I can’t stop thinking bout her I’m turning over every stone Baby I’d be lying If I said I wasn’t crying Begging you to come back home SOLO What am I to do now that my real gone baby is gone? Well I used to be the luckiest man in the lower 4-8 But then she took to drinkin' and stayin' out a little too late Now that my baby is gone, and I’m a sitting here all alone What I am to do now that my really gone baby's gone What I am to do now that my really gone baby's gone

I might be walking, while I'm talking And looking, while I book it Don't really care, what you say Got things to do, and bills to pay I’m walking while I’m talking People come, people go Moving fast, or moving slow Got my phone, it’s so smart Got my girl, and she's a tart People come and people go Chorus: I'm doing City Slicker Double Time Out of rhythm, out of rhyme No time to stop, can't spare a dime Doing city slicker double time Start the car, off I go Grab a smoke, grab some Jo' Pouring rain, hardly see Who know the left lane's the place for me Start the car and off I go Chorus SOLO Poster signs, flying by Selling something, fills the sky Trying to find a clever line Writing songs, to fill my time Poster signs are flying by CHORUS

Hey Queenie Can I be your King All the Jokers in town Love to watch you shake your thing Last Saturday night I know it so well Saw you play backup at the Chisca Hotel Hey Queenie, Can I be your King All the Jokers in town, Love to watch you shake your thing SOLO - Sax Hey Queenie Can I be your dime I'll put my money where your mouth is Call me anytime Now I've been lost Since you've been gone I'm thinking while I'm drinkin' it's been too damn long Hey Queenie, Can I be your King All the Jokers in town, Love to watch you shake your thing SOLO Hey Queenie Can I be your King All the Jokers in town Love to watch you shake your thing Doctor says son Don't you understand Woman like that will be the death of all men Hey Queenie, Can I be your King All the Jokers in town, Love to watch you shake your thing

Last Night In Nashville ©2013 SOCAN/ASCAP Lyrics: Stephen K. Donnelly & Clark Lawlor Music: The Kingmakers Intro - 8 bars - reverse shuffle Callin’ Music City, Tennessee: "Gonna lay down another CD" Brooks said "Yeah man, come on down, I'll get JM to lay some rhythm down" Gathered the boys and said "What’d'ya think?" Take all the cash we got in the bank We drove 3 hours and flew some more Showed up at Cowboy Jack’s front door Last night in Nashville Last night in Nashville "Man I hope these tracks kill!" It’s our last night in Nashville Hey boys I think we’re gonna go far Who’s got the next round of PBR? Well there was two feet of rain in 48 hours Pouring down streets, and knockin’ out power The Cumberland River gave the city a fright But they rocked on Broadway Friday night Under neon lights you should have heard JD Simo at Robert's Western World That band was so cool, it gave me chill bumps As they cleaned the city with fans and pumps Last night in Nashville Last night in Nashville Man I hope these tracks kill It’s our last night in Nashville Hey boys I think we’re gonna go far Who’s got the next round of PBR? SOLO - piano Started jamming in the studio With Cowboy Jack dancing to and fro JM laid down some real cool beats The Jordanaires they sounded so sweet The day was over way too soon, but We managed to lay down eleven tunes Might not make it to Music Row But we carved our names 'cause you never know! Last night in Nashville Last night in Nashville Man I hope these tracks kill It’s our last night in Nashville Hey boys I think we’re gonna go far Who’s got the next round of P - B - R? KEY CHANGE to G - hold for a couple of bars Last night in Nashville Last night in Nashville Man I hope these tracks kill It’s our last night in Nashville Hey boys I think we’re gonna go far Who’s got the next round of P - B - R? (bam bam)

Disposable lighters, disposable pens Disposable diapers, when will it end Disposable clothes, disposable hips Disposable faces, disposable relationships Throwing out the baby with the bath water Walking on a fine, fine line A generation more than any other Running out of time Chorus Paying one debt with another All my sisters and my brothers Paying one debt with another You gotta pay it off – pay it off Running in circles or haven’t you heard I can’t see through the smog Time to stop following the herd that’s heard Get off that high hog Chorus - SOLO 2x Foreign exchange, international debt Some relief from domestic regret Sorry it hasn’t hit me yet I guess it hasn’t hit me yet

Those front porch blues Down the old Bayou Stomping out a beat People started moving their feet Took a cigar box Strung it up with some wire And an old broomstick Man we nearly started a fire Chorus: We nearly started a riot Nearly started a riot They couldn’t keep us quiet, Nearly started a riot Down on Easy Street Verse 2: Took an old tin can Stuck a magnet inside Strung it up with a wire, so they could Hear us far and wide Took a Gretsch guitar A big ol' whammy bar An old tape delay And man they couldn't stay away CHORUS SOLO Took a little bit of shake, A lot of rattle and roll Took a boy from Tupelo With a whole lotta soul A little empty room, down Union Street Sam and Cowboy found a sound That couldn’t be beat

I ain't real good lookin' - ain't no George Clooney man, But I've always done alright - Please and thank you ma'am, If you ask around town and you mention my name, The general consensus is always the same, I'm a real trendsetter, he's a rake and a wheel, I got drainpipe trousers and Cuban heels. Never had a lot of money - or financial sense, I'd be hard pressed to rub together 2 red cents, Always had a way with women though - Right place right time, They say "you've got no money honey - here take some of mine, Got a great big house, a Caddy and three square meals, I got drainpipe trousers and Cuban heels. solo There are those who don't approve of my lifestyle, They think I'm kinda loose, immoral and wild, I don't give a sweet monkey's or a flying duck, My philosophy has always been shuck, jive and more shuck, (alt. lyric - my philosophy has always been you make your own luck) I look out for number one - it's that narcissist deal, I got drainpipe trousers and Cuban heels. I'm a real trendsetter, he's a rake and a wheel, I got drainpipe trousers and Cuban heels.

This is car 64, we are out on Highway 9 A tripped out Ford, just flew by, doing 109 I’m lighting them up, and I’m in pursuit, gonna stay real tight By the looks of things, this is the crew, that hit the Sands tonight Just flew into Vegas, And man my arms are tired My head is aching and my feet are sore From four days of being wired The PBR was flowin', And the pinup girls were glowin' Gram was right this ain't no place, For a poor boy like me But Viva (let's rock) Viva (let's roll) Viva (let's rock) Before we all get old We were surfing on a tiki wave, casing from stage Slot machines, weren’t the only thing that were gettin' played Marked cards and whiskey jars, all hustlers just like me But we ain’t gonna be poor for long, just you wait and see Chorus At the end of this set place your bets, hoping to cash in With the wink of an eye, and one more rye, we’re ready to move in No shots were fired and the girls we hired, can finish off the show Our tripped out Ford is rumbling out back , pointed to Mexico Chorus and out to fade

In South Carolina, Nothing could be finer Than lying on the beach, in that fine summer sun When you got somewhere to go, Keep an eye on the road Those coppers make you pay for your fun So you got yourself a ticket, And the cop says you can pick it See y’all in court, or pay me in cash, right now! Don't hesitate too long, Or the chance will be gone Put it in the past, cuz that is that (Yeah) That is that // That is that Sometimes you cut your losses and you scat Pay that man his dough And then he'll let you go No questions asked, that is that INTRO When you're hangin' with your girl, And you're in another world Sometimes you lose sight, of what is real Things start to get hazy, So if she starts to get crazy Cut your losses, and say that is that (Yeah) That is that / That is that Sometimes you cut your losses and you scat Tell that girl goodbye She'll find another guy Don't stick around to chat, that is that INTRO/SOLO verse pattern When you're sitting at the bar, Thinking you'll go far One more beer, one more whiskey, one more gin, it ain't no sin Sometimes you gotta breathe, Give your liver a reprieve So pay your tab and scat, say that is that Yeah that is that / That is that That's right, now you got it down pat Make your way back home Spend the night alone And tomorrow you can roam, that is that (2x) Cut your losses and you scat Live to fight another day, Man that’s all I got to say, It’ll happen til your grey, That is That 2 TAG, INTRO