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* lyrics * the movers are in town
Brent Bennett
The Movers Are in Town
There's a lie I've memorized
And the movers are in town
They packed my clothes and my stereo
And left your stuff lying around
There's a thousand things that just went bad
Too many fights have gone down
And we can't escape the cold hard facts
That the end has come around
Since the movers are in town
Now the writing's all over the walls
It's time to go our separate ways
So long, goodbye and I'll be seeing you
There's nothing left to say
Your fault or mine I guess it doesn't matter
But there's one thing I have found
Life's too short to be living like this
Always bringing each other down
And the movers are in town
You'll come home to an empty house it's plain to see
By the big white truck in our front yard you're rid of me
I'll be making tracks little girl and I'll be breaking brand new ground
You should have seen it coming woman the news is written all around
That the movers are in town
Cold December Day
My baby left me on a cold December day
My baby left me on a cold December day
And nothing I could do to make her stay
No ropes no chains no bars no cage could hold my baby down
No ropes no chains no bars no cage could turn my baby around
She left a note
That was all she wrote
She packed her bags and she left town
Two Dollar Pistol
Walked out of Pendleton
Ten years older, ten years colder
A heartless man with vengeance on his mind
She set me up
Nowhere to fly, no alibis
Had no intention just to leave it all behind
I found a man with a two dollar pistol
Standing in an alley with a short-term memory
I only need one chance and I swear that I won't miss her
She'll never be expecting me
Four inches of cold black steel
Small and slick, tape around the grip
A five-shot cylinder, no safety so one's empty
Thirty-eight caliber
Lots of punch, she'll eat your lunch
Action, by the looks of her, she's seen plenty
Sitting in a downtown bar
I saw her through the window, she didn't know
My heart was pounding, adrenalin in my veins
Thoughts come rushing back
She's going down and I'm blowing town
She's played the last of her evil games
Long Black Thunder
Spent a while in Memphis
Now my baby's started running around
I got no family here
Nobody cares about me anyway
So I headed off to who knows where
In search of a higher ground
I jumped a boxcar westbound
And I'm on my way
Roll long black thunder
I said roll long black thunder
I got a coat to keep me warm
Through the tailwind of her storm
Roll long black thunder
Now every night I dream of the train that's taking me where I'm going
New sights and adventures around every corner
There speeds that long black beauty and she holds my destination
Sparks flying from her wheels and her black smoke pouring
My Way Home
I'm going back to my roots, back where I belong
Lord I ain't been home in way too long
Gonna pay amends for every seed I've sown
Dust myself off and find my way home
I come from a one-horse town
Nothing to do but just hang around
The first chance I got I hit the road
And I've been running ever since with a heavy load
Mama told me on the day I left
Boy you can leave but you can't forget
The day's gonna come when you miss this place
I can still see the tears running down her face
Hey mister can you tell me
Which way to go
I lost myself along the way
And I just want to get home
Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
Mama worked hard every day of her life
Down at the cafe all day and night
Coming home tired with her feet all sore
Mama decided she couldn't take it any more
We had an old barn sitting way out back
It wasn't much more than a rundown shack
Me and my brother hammed up till dark
And made us a dance hall out of that old barn
We opened it up once the walls were true
Daddy came up with his homemade brew
Sister cut up about a side of beef
That old cow never smelled so sweet
And now there's a line past the neighbors' house
The band rocks hard and the band plays loud
Tire tracks and trucks all over the yard
At Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
My brother's spinning records up in the loft
Girls on the dance floor, you couldn't get 'em off
I work every Friday night down at the door
Mama had a smile but her feet were still sore
The county keeps trying to shut us down
But the sheriff gets drunk when he comes around
The judge says we ain't doing no harm
At Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
Waylon and Willie and old George Jones
The Beatles and Elvis and the Rolling Stones
We had enough money to buy a new house
And a big old herd of barbecue cows
Well now every Friday when the sun goes down
There's more people at our place than there are in town
The cafe's wondering where all the folks are
They're at Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
You'll find us on the county road under the stars
At Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
It's a little drive but it ain't too far
To Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
Come on down and park in the yard
At Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
I Was Just Like You (To Someone Just Like Me)
You may think I don't see the game you're playing
You may think that I'm new to this whole scene
But I thought up every trick that has to do with straying
And I wrote the book on being mean
I used to have a girl who loved me true
But I ran around and made her cry
But this time I fell hard and I've been your faithful man
And these lines you're using are all mine
And I was just like you to someone just like me
The best thing that ever happened we just couldn't see
I give you everything you want but I can't give you what you need
And I was just like you to someone just like me
You may think that you'll see my heart go breaking
But nothing could be further from the truth
Yes I'm the first to say that all things come around
Someday someone will do the same to you
Movie of the Week
There should be a spotlight on her
When she walks into the room
She has to be the center of attraction
If she's not she will be soon
She's a starlet in her own mind
Right off of the silver screen
Yeah, she can really pour it on
She's a genuine drama queen
Here she comes
It's the movie of the week
She can be a thriller
Or a late-night comedy
Upon her entrance heads all turn
And they stumble to their feet
Give a standing ovation to the star
Of the movie of the week
She's a midnight opener
And there ain't no matinee
The pin-up girl comes out at night
While she's a basket case all day
Practicing lines and doling out lies
A few tears for full effect
She's a scorned woman on a casting couch
Reading for a role she'll never get
She can go from a tear to a smile in a heartbeat
Canary to a cat in the blink of an eye
Her act is well studied she can hide her every motive
On the set of everyday life she's a master of disguise
Honey Please
Honey please
Get up off your knees
There's nothing you can say
That'll make me wanna stay
'Cause you know
No matter what I gotta go
No matter how you cry
Tomorrow I'll be saying goodbye
At sunrise that big gray bus'll be rolling down the road
I only hope that you'll be here when I make my way back home
As the miles roll by I'll be thinking of you and everything I've left behind
Seems like I gotta give up everything just to get what's mine
Just to get what's mine
Honey please
Your tears ain't getting to me
No matter what you say
We've got bills we've gotta pay
Let's not fight
Deep down you know that I'm right
Just give me one of those smiles
To help me make it through the lonely boring miles
Mountain Dew and cigarettes
Backstage passes and no sound check
And every girl in the crowd still looks like you, you, oh honey please, honey please
She's Artificial
Her lips aren't really that red
She paints 'em with a lipstick
And that California cover girl look
She applies it with a compact
She knows just what she wants to look like
And what she wants to be
And what she can't get over the counter
She achieves with surgery
She plays the wholesome girl
But she's just putting you on
She's artificial
From her head down to her toes
What's real and what's not
Only her doctor knows
She is a beauty queen
Straight from the fashion books
And she'll be on your arm tonight
Yeah, but it's all for looks
She's artificial
She turns every man's head
With her flowing platinum locks
But she's got you all fooled, boys
It comes right from the box
She's got the richest men
She's got designer clothes
And she's got designer drugs
To go up her designer nose
She plays Miss Innocent
It gets her what she needs
I used to know that girl when she was someone else
She don't remember when she used to be herself
And now her striking looks are the reason for her fears
She remains the same throughout the years
I'm an American Man
Standing in line for a piece of the wealth
Rich politicians keep it all for themselves
I was thrown scraps ever since I left home
Treated like poor white trash wherever I roamed
Still you know I'm doing the best that I can
I'm an American man
Driving trucks and moving loads
Life for me is one winding road
Through the town where everyone's as poor as dirt
Through the city of gold where nobody's hurting
Through it all I still remember who I am
I'm an American man
I get an idea and I follow my plan
Still work the job I learned from my dad
And on the highest hill I'll make my last stand
It's freedom or be damned
I'm an American man
Still call my mama every Sunday night
I know the difference 'tween right and wrong
And I'm trying to do what's right
My parents raised me up to be who I am
I'm an American man
All lyrics copyright 1978-2007 Brent Bennett, BMI, or Brent Bennett & Rob York, BMI.
There's a lie I've memorized
And the movers are in town
They packed my clothes and my stereo
And left your stuff lying around
There's a thousand things that just went bad
Too many fights have gone down
And we can't escape the cold hard facts
That the end has come around
Since the movers are in town
Now the writing's all over the walls
It's time to go our separate ways
So long, goodbye and I'll be seeing you
There's nothing left to say
Your fault or mine I guess it doesn't matter
But there's one thing I have found
Life's too short to be living like this
Always bringing each other down
And the movers are in town
You'll come home to an empty house it's plain to see
By the big white truck in our front yard you're rid of me
I'll be making tracks little girl and I'll be breaking brand new ground
You should have seen it coming woman the news is written all around
That the movers are in town
Cold December Day
My baby left me on a cold December day
My baby left me on a cold December day
And nothing I could do to make her stay
No ropes no chains no bars no cage could hold my baby down
No ropes no chains no bars no cage could turn my baby around
She left a note
That was all she wrote
She packed her bags and she left town
Two Dollar Pistol
Walked out of Pendleton
Ten years older, ten years colder
A heartless man with vengeance on his mind
She set me up
Nowhere to fly, no alibis
Had no intention just to leave it all behind
I found a man with a two dollar pistol
Standing in an alley with a short-term memory
I only need one chance and I swear that I won't miss her
She'll never be expecting me
Four inches of cold black steel
Small and slick, tape around the grip
A five-shot cylinder, no safety so one's empty
Thirty-eight caliber
Lots of punch, she'll eat your lunch
Action, by the looks of her, she's seen plenty
Sitting in a downtown bar
I saw her through the window, she didn't know
My heart was pounding, adrenalin in my veins
Thoughts come rushing back
She's going down and I'm blowing town
She's played the last of her evil games
Long Black Thunder
Spent a while in Memphis
Now my baby's started running around
I got no family here
Nobody cares about me anyway
So I headed off to who knows where
In search of a higher ground
I jumped a boxcar westbound
And I'm on my way
Roll long black thunder
I said roll long black thunder
I got a coat to keep me warm
Through the tailwind of her storm
Roll long black thunder
Now every night I dream of the train that's taking me where I'm going
New sights and adventures around every corner
There speeds that long black beauty and she holds my destination
Sparks flying from her wheels and her black smoke pouring
My Way Home
I'm going back to my roots, back where I belong
Lord I ain't been home in way too long
Gonna pay amends for every seed I've sown
Dust myself off and find my way home
I come from a one-horse town
Nothing to do but just hang around
The first chance I got I hit the road
And I've been running ever since with a heavy load
Mama told me on the day I left
Boy you can leave but you can't forget
The day's gonna come when you miss this place
I can still see the tears running down her face
Hey mister can you tell me
Which way to go
I lost myself along the way
And I just want to get home
Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
Mama worked hard every day of her life
Down at the cafe all day and night
Coming home tired with her feet all sore
Mama decided she couldn't take it any more
We had an old barn sitting way out back
It wasn't much more than a rundown shack
Me and my brother hammed up till dark
And made us a dance hall out of that old barn
We opened it up once the walls were true
Daddy came up with his homemade brew
Sister cut up about a side of beef
That old cow never smelled so sweet
And now there's a line past the neighbors' house
The band rocks hard and the band plays loud
Tire tracks and trucks all over the yard
At Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
My brother's spinning records up in the loft
Girls on the dance floor, you couldn't get 'em off
I work every Friday night down at the door
Mama had a smile but her feet were still sore
The county keeps trying to shut us down
But the sheriff gets drunk when he comes around
The judge says we ain't doing no harm
At Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
Waylon and Willie and old George Jones
The Beatles and Elvis and the Rolling Stones
We had enough money to buy a new house
And a big old herd of barbecue cows
Well now every Friday when the sun goes down
There's more people at our place than there are in town
The cafe's wondering where all the folks are
They're at Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
You'll find us on the county road under the stars
At Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
It's a little drive but it ain't too far
To Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
Come on down and park in the yard
At Mama's Dance Hall Barbecue Barn
I Was Just Like You (To Someone Just Like Me)
You may think I don't see the game you're playing
You may think that I'm new to this whole scene
But I thought up every trick that has to do with straying
And I wrote the book on being mean
I used to have a girl who loved me true
But I ran around and made her cry
But this time I fell hard and I've been your faithful man
And these lines you're using are all mine
And I was just like you to someone just like me
The best thing that ever happened we just couldn't see
I give you everything you want but I can't give you what you need
And I was just like you to someone just like me
You may think that you'll see my heart go breaking
But nothing could be further from the truth
Yes I'm the first to say that all things come around
Someday someone will do the same to you
Movie of the Week
There should be a spotlight on her
When she walks into the room
She has to be the center of attraction
If she's not she will be soon
She's a starlet in her own mind
Right off of the silver screen
Yeah, she can really pour it on
She's a genuine drama queen
Here she comes
It's the movie of the week
She can be a thriller
Or a late-night comedy
Upon her entrance heads all turn
And they stumble to their feet
Give a standing ovation to the star
Of the movie of the week
She's a midnight opener
And there ain't no matinee
The pin-up girl comes out at night
While she's a basket case all day
Practicing lines and doling out lies
A few tears for full effect
She's a scorned woman on a casting couch
Reading for a role she'll never get
She can go from a tear to a smile in a heartbeat
Canary to a cat in the blink of an eye
Her act is well studied she can hide her every motive
On the set of everyday life she's a master of disguise
Honey Please
Honey please
Get up off your knees
There's nothing you can say
That'll make me wanna stay
'Cause you know
No matter what I gotta go
No matter how you cry
Tomorrow I'll be saying goodbye
At sunrise that big gray bus'll be rolling down the road
I only hope that you'll be here when I make my way back home
As the miles roll by I'll be thinking of you and everything I've left behind
Seems like I gotta give up everything just to get what's mine
Just to get what's mine
Honey please
Your tears ain't getting to me
No matter what you say
We've got bills we've gotta pay
Let's not fight
Deep down you know that I'm right
Just give me one of those smiles
To help me make it through the lonely boring miles
Mountain Dew and cigarettes
Backstage passes and no sound check
And every girl in the crowd still looks like you, you, oh honey please, honey please
She's Artificial
Her lips aren't really that red
She paints 'em with a lipstick
And that California cover girl look
She applies it with a compact
She knows just what she wants to look like
And what she wants to be
And what she can't get over the counter
She achieves with surgery
She plays the wholesome girl
But she's just putting you on
She's artificial
From her head down to her toes
What's real and what's not
Only her doctor knows
She is a beauty queen
Straight from the fashion books
And she'll be on your arm tonight
Yeah, but it's all for looks
She's artificial
She turns every man's head
With her flowing platinum locks
But she's got you all fooled, boys
It comes right from the box
She's got the richest men
She's got designer clothes
And she's got designer drugs
To go up her designer nose
She plays Miss Innocent
It gets her what she needs
I used to know that girl when she was someone else
She don't remember when she used to be herself
And now her striking looks are the reason for her fears
She remains the same throughout the years
I'm an American Man
Standing in line for a piece of the wealth
Rich politicians keep it all for themselves
I was thrown scraps ever since I left home
Treated like poor white trash wherever I roamed
Still you know I'm doing the best that I can
I'm an American man
Driving trucks and moving loads
Life for me is one winding road
Through the town where everyone's as poor as dirt
Through the city of gold where nobody's hurting
Through it all I still remember who I am
I'm an American man
I get an idea and I follow my plan
Still work the job I learned from my dad
And on the highest hill I'll make my last stand
It's freedom or be damned
I'm an American man
Still call my mama every Sunday night
I know the difference 'tween right and wrong
And I'm trying to do what's right
My parents raised me up to be who I am
I'm an American man
All lyrics copyright 1978-2007 Brent Bennett, BMI, or Brent Bennett & Rob York, BMI.