1st verse: When I woke up this morning Wiped the sleep from my eyes Found a new day dawning And suddenly I realize You're gone Chorus: Tell
(Travis Tritt) I'm a full grown man That's plain to see But nowhere near as full grown As I'd like to be But I'll find a bar And I'll have a few Until
Got these calluses from all those nights Spent playing a telecaster, till my fingers bled bud light I got this scar in a beer bar brawl Outside of Tuscaloosa
Got these calouses From all those nights Spent playing a telecaster Till my fingers bled budlight I got this scar In a beer bar brawl Outside of Tuscalusa
Now come and listen to my story Story that I know is true 'Bout a rose that blooms in Georgia With hair of gold and a heart so true Way down in the Blue
Here it is Christmas day and you're many miles away And I wonder if you feel the way I do In the air there's happiness, but in me, there's loneliness
Hey lover, will we ever win? Day is over and the war begins And I don't want to blame you but I do And I don't want to make you think There's something
m hurtin' In an old familiar way Oh and I've got lots of reasons Why I come here every day Lord I'm tired, unloved and lonesome That's how old Travis
I was sittin' at a table in a little club downtown Playin' songs on the jukebox and pourin' whiskey down When I heard a sweet voice sayin' "Would you
I was a real Casanova in my home town Never really thought about settlin' down That is until you came around Yeah, it's been a few years but I remember
Old Clarence was a corn fed Sunday school teacher At the Cheephill Church of Christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging Hymn singing, back breaker
Well, I play an old guitar from nine till a half past one I'm just tryin' to make a livin' watching everybody else havin' fun Well, I don't miss much
Old Clarence was a cornfed sunday school teacher at the cheephill church of christ A God fearing fence clearing, hay slinging, hymm singing, back breaker
down Hey senorita there's a lonely margarita with your name on it The honky-tonk's a hoppin' and the cover band's a rockin' to Some dude named Tritt
"Mudcat Moan" Prelude (c) 2007 - by Travis Tritt "You Never Take Me Dancing" (c) 1997 - by Richard Marx The world's greatest mystey, Love between a
I let the little things bring me down I'm not always fun to be around And I'm sure sometimes You think I take it all out on you Well, I'm busy doing
There's clothes all over the floor Don't remember them bein' here before Smell of perfume is in here Why's lipstick on the mirror? Still I don't understand
Girl, I see you in my dreams It happens every damn night now Got me going to extremes Don't seem to care what's wrong or right now I'll make you mine
