Terry Ray Thomas

MY BABY DRIVES MY PICKUP
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I have an old truck; it runs like brand new
My girlfriend seems to think that it’s her truck too

My baby drives my pickup
My baby drives my pickup; cruising all over town

I never throw my keys down when I come home
I turn around my keys, truck, and my girlfriends gone

My baby drives my pickup
My baby drives my pickup
My baby drives my pickup; cruising all over town

The paint is faded, but the stereo plays
Ralph and Bill and Blue Highway
With the windows rolled down and the moon shining bright
The only time I get to drive is on a Saturday night

She’ll take my dog and get her girlfriends too
Everybody in town thinks it’s you know who

My baby drives my pickup
My baby drives my pickup
My baby drives my pickup; cruising all over town

MAGGIE PRAYED
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The year was 2004, when a young man joined the Corp
Determined to fight for freedom in a Middle Eastern war
He swore to do his duty and he kissed Maggie goodbye
He loved her but he had to go; a new member of Semper Fi

News was slow in coming, just a letter now and then
Never really saying where he was going or where he’d been
But he would tell her how he loved her and ask her to persevere
For he was counting the days and hours, until again he would hold her near

So Maggie prayed, Maggie prayed
For the one she loved so far away
Please keep him safe and out of harms way
I love him and I miss him is the prayer that Maggie prayed

She heard on the radio, that he had come under attack
She watched by the window for a letter edged in black
A letter came and she read about a soldier who had died
And how he’d left a wife and family, as tears came to her eyes

So Maggie prayed, Maggie prayed
For the one she loved so far away
Please keep him safe and out of harms way
I love him and I miss him is the prayer that Maggie prayed

And we pray, and we pray
For the ones we love so far away

I’D EMAIL YOU HONEY
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The day that you left was a turning point for me
I really didn’t know just how lonesome I could be
Then a friend of mine told me to buy a PC
Get a high-speed connection a nineteen-inch LCD

Now I’d email you honey but I don’t have the time
I’m busy talking with other women about fishing, trucks, and wine
I might be sittin’ at home, but honey I’m online
I’d send you an instant message but I don’t have the time

I sold all your things on EBAY, for a dollar ninety nine
I found a girl with a video camera, who just about blew my mind
I joined some dating clubs and told them all my story
Now there’s twenty-seven women who are a perfect match for me

So I’d email you honey but I don’t have the time
I’m busy talking with other women about fishing, trucks, and wine
I might be sittin’ at home, but honey I’m online
I’d send you an instant message but I don’t have the time

I know you thought that I would never make it on my own
That after a couple of weeks I’d beg you to come back home
Well darlin’ I must confess it was almost like that
I was crying in my beer ‘til I discovered cyber chat

Now I’d email you honey but I don’t have the time
I’m busy talking with other women about fishing, trucks, and wine
I might be sittin’ at home, but honey I’m online
I’d send you an instant message but I don’t have the time

I might be sittin’ at home, but honey I’m online
I’d send you an instant message but I don’t have the time

TWENTY NINE DAYS
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I like drinking whiskey, and biding my time
I like drinking whiskey, and biding my time
I don’t mess with your woman
So don’t mess with mine

I’m sitting on the inside with no window to see out
I’m sitting on the inside with no window to see out
Twenty-nine days, in one more day I’ll get out

Fighting and brawling will get you county time
Fighting and brawling will get you county time
Thirty days in jail, thirty days of your life

I’m sitting on the inside with no window to see out
I’m sitting on the inside with no window to see out
Twenty-nine days, in one more day I’ll get out

Grits and grape Kool-Aid served in a tin cup
Grits and grape Kool-Aid both served in a tin cup
Honey be here early when you come to pick me up

I’m sitting on the inside with no window to see out
I’m sitting on the inside with no window to see out
Twenty-nine days, in one more day I’ll get out

SANTA FE WINE
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Drinking Santa Fe wine, drinking Santa Fe beer
I’m not thinking about you, I’m not wishing you were here
You left me standing, in a California rain
It seemed like Santa Fe, would be a place for a change

I’m sitting here watching, the people pass by
On a cool autumn evening, under a southwestern sky
I’m not thinking about anything, I’m just feeling the glow
You’re still in California, I’m in New Mexico

Drinking Santa Fe wine, drinking Santa Fe beer
I’m not thinking about you, I’m not wishing you were here
You left me standing, in a California rain
It seemed like Santa Fe, would be a place for a change

Bright lights big city, in the town of L A
Where it seems like the night time, just blends into day
Broken hearts happen, and they’ll mend with time
I’m mending mine with, Santa Fe wine

Drinking Santa Fe wine, drinking Santa Fe beer
I’m not thinking about you, I’m not wishing you were here
You left me standing, in a California rain
It seemed like Santa Fe, would be a place for a change

STILL FINDING MY WAY
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It’s not my parent’s fault; I was brought up in a church
But hell fire and brimstone; just didn’t seem to work
I was baptized into Christ; at a young age
As I grew older; I drifted away

I have burned some bridges, as a younger man
But I could make it on my own; I didn’t need a helping hand
Some things that I have done; it’s a wonder I lived through
I guess in your plan; you have something for me to do

So I’m finding my way back to you
The path that I have taken has not always been true
But the things that I have done make me what I am today
Forgive me Lord, I’m still finding my way

I have been a man; sitting lonely on the street
People all around; but no one stops to speak
If the life that I live; was ended today
I pray that my angels; will find me the way

I’m finding my way back to you
The path that I have taken has not always been true
But the things that I have done make me what I am today
Forgive me Lord, I’m still finding my way

I’m still finding my way back to you
The path that I have taken has not always been true
But the things that I have done make me what I am today
Forgive me Lord, I’m still finding my way

MEMORIES
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Ice cold beer and shots of bourbon
Saturday night listening to Keith Urban
I just can’t wait to get out on the dance floor
All week long I have been waiting
Working hard looking dedicated
Friday at five I was heading for the door

A pretty little girl in low cut jeans
A thong sticking out from in between
A tattoo that’s down low is not for me
I like women like my bourbon
A little bit of age, smooth and deservin’
So darlin’ would you like some company

I’m working on a night to remember
For when I am just too old and gray
The kids have all grown and there’s no one at home
So come on honey lets make some memories

I’ve heard tell and I must say
Some young women can’t be tamed
And chasing them around just wears you out
A little age and a little grace
Put’s a smile upon my face
So, darlin’ would you like to help me out

I’m working on a night to remember
For when I am just too old and gray
The kids are all grown and there’s no one at home
So come on honey lets make some memories

Yes I’m working on a night to remember
For when I am just too old and gray
The kids have all grown and there’s no one at home
So come on honey lets make some memories

RIDING ON A TRAIN
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I’m riding on a train, that train is heaven bound
I’m riding on a train, that train is heaven bound
You’d better get on board, don’t get left standing ‘round

I’ve been buying my ticket, a little bit everyday
I have been buying my ticket, a little bit everyday
If you want your ticket, just get on your knees and pray

There’s untold riches in heaven, hell fire down below
Untold riches in heaven, hell fire down below
Don’t let Satan deceive you, your souls more precious than gold

I’m riding on a train, that train is heaven bound
I’m riding on a train, that train is heaven bound
You’d better get on board, don’t get left standing ‘round

When that train leaves the station, you won’t know the time
When the train leaves the station, you will not know the time
You’d better get on board early, there’s a seat next to mine

I’m riding on a train, that train is heaven bound
I’m riding on a train, that train is heaven bound
You’d better get on board, don’t get left standing ‘round

Yeah, you’d better get on board, don’t get left standing ‘round

ROSALIE
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Rosalie was the prettiest girl most men had ever seen
Her hair was black as the finest coal and her eyes were emerald green
I met her in New Mexico I had a grubstake miners claim
She own a shop in a small town down near the Rio Grande
We used to sit out under the stars my love for her did grow
As we’d listen to the sounds of that Santa Fe line running south through New Mexico

On a warm summers evening the night was still I asked her to marry me
She said I will always be your friend but your wife I can never be
In a fit of rage I drew my blade I pierced her silky smooth skin
I watched her slowly sink to the ground the knife still in my hand
I cried my God what have I done as I felt her body grow cold
I ran and jumped on that Santa Fe line running south through New Mexico

For seven long years I traveled around I never thought about settling down
And every night I’d see Rosalie slowly sinking to the ground
A sheriff finally caught up with me near the plains of San Augustine
He said you’re wanted for the death of the beautiful Rosalie
Now every night I lie in my cell behind bars that are steel and cold
And I listen to the sounds of that Santa Fe line running south through New Mexico

Now every night I line in my cell the stars in the night sky glow
As I listen to the sounds of the Santa Fe line running south through New Mexico

THAT’S NOT THE WAY
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I see you walking out the door
You say you don’t love me anymore
Can’t you see I’m on my knees
And I’m asking you to please
Don’t go and leave me all alone

But you say that we’re all through
There’s really nothing I can do
You’re going out to paint the town
With a new man that you found
And I can stay home feeling blue

But that’s not the way it’s gonna happen
That’s not the way it’s gonna be
For you know that I still love you
Though your love’s not meant for me
But I am never giving up dear
Not on you and not on me
And we will always be together
Even if it’s only in my dreams

It’s been a year to the day
Since I watched you walk away
And I have stayed home all alone
Waiting by the telephone
Hoping you would call and say

That you’re coming back to me
And in my arms is where you long to be
You are sorry and you were wrong
That you want to come back home
Would I please forgive you

But that’s not the way it’s gonna happen
That’s not the way it’s gonna be
For no matter how much I love you
I know your love's not meant for me
But I am never giving up dear
Not on you and not on me
And we will always be together
Even if it’s only in my dreams

HONKY TONK HEART
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In the cool autumn evening at the county fair
We were walking together through the lights and the sounds
When you reached out and took a hold of my hand
With that smile on your face that makes me feel like a man

We have known each other for how many years
We’ve had a few nights and drank a few beers
And though my heart is breaking you never shall know
Tonight you’re with me but tomorrow you’ll have to go

Somewhere between your heart and mine
There’s a four piece band playing somewhere tonight
You’re up on the stage living the part
A sweet southern angel, with a honky tonk heart

Playing music on the road you live for the show
Sometimes our paths cross like tonight at this fair
Where we will be together for a moment of time
Then you will go your way and I guess I will go mine

To another town to another club
With a million dollar voice and a broken down bus
And though I long to tell you I never will be
The one that says darlin’ don’t go stay here with me

Somewhere between your heart and mine
There’s a four piece band playing somewhere tonight
You’re up on the stage living the part
A sweet southern angel, with a honky tonk heart

You’re up on the stage living the part
A sweet southern angel, with a honky tonk heart

THE THOUGHT
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I first met you backstage in Memphis
You were just there for the main show
I was your coming attraction
Now I’m watching you walk out the door

I don’t drink as much as I want to
Sometimes I would like to just get stoned
At first it was the thought of you leaving
Now it is the thought of you coming home

Darlin’ you know that I loved you
I begged and pleaded for you to stay
But now that our love life is over
I just seem to have a lot more space

I don’t drink as much as I want to
Sometimes I would like to just get stoned
At first it was the thought of you leaving
Now it is the thought of you coming home

You’re living in our condo in Dallas
I’m surviving on tortillas and beans
Darlin’ you took everything you wanted
But I have still got my dignity

I don’t drink as much as I want to
Sometimes I would like to just get stoned
At first it was the thought of you leaving
Now it is the thought of you coming home

Yeah at first it was the thought of you leaving
Now it is the thought of you coming home