Waltz Into Mischief
Well here we come, baby, struttin' our stuff.
Well we look kinda freaky we're pretty damn bad.
Cause Southern cookin' is all we've ever had.
Oh, cook 'em up some greens, baby.
I've seen the mountains up in Tennessee.
Sweet little hill women satisfied me.
We all know it's tough and it's an uphill battle.
But we're running 'em hard baby, sitting in the saddle.
Oh, come on baby.
New York City you're so big and tough.
My pistols are loaded, I feel rough.
Well. we've heard of your punks and high heeled steppers.
The Heartache's On Me
You coulda heard a pin drop
When they walked through the door
I turned my eyes away
My heart fell to the floor
Someone whispered
'Where's her halo?'
She had an angels face
He stood there smilin' holdin' on
To the one who took my place.
So tonight
The heartache's on me, on me
Let's drink a toast to the fool
Who couldn't see
Bartender pour the wine
'Cause the hurtin's all mine
Tonight, the heartache's on me
I wonder if he told her
She's the best he's ever known
The way he told me every night
When we were all alone
She'll find out when the new wears off
He'll find somebody new
She'll learn what heartache's all about
And what I'm goin' through
But tonight..
The heartache's on me, on me
Let's drink a toast to the fool
Who couldn't see
Bartender pour the wine
'Cause the hurtin's all mine
Tonight, the heartache's on me
But tonight..
The heartache's on me, on me yeah
Let's drink a toast to the fool
Who couldn't see
Bartender pour the wine
'Cause the hurtin's all mine
Tonight, the heartache's on me
Yes tonight,
The heartache's on me