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Bakesale Angel, BBQ Queen
Well, who needs a woman that good in the kitchen?
That girl was just a heart attack waiting to happen
Fresh corn bread, maple-baked beans
You won’t miss that county BBQ Queen
Well you don’t want a girl up first in the morning
Clankin’ in the kitchen when you ought to be snoring
Pancake batter over everything and
Crash, bang, boom, rattle, ding-dong, ping
Apple pie, food galore, I can’t take this anymore
When’s that woman gonna get a life?
Step back Betty, put down that knife
Well you don’t want a girl with a penchant for bakin’
Isn’t she sick of the die-hard tradition?
Woman’s place is no longer the kitchen
Hasn’t she heard of Kentucky Fried Chicken?
Apple pie, food galore, I can’t take this anymore
When’s that woman gonna get a life?
Step back Betty, put down that knife
Well, you don’t want a girl with a greased-up frying pan
She’s gonna make you a stuffed and sorry man
It’s good to get out while you can
Oh bake-sale angel, why you puttin’ me through Hell?
How do you make such a damned good meal?
The way it looks and tastes and smells?
I can’t even do a box of mac n’ cheese without burnin’ it black
If you show up with a plate of cookies,
I’m afraid you’re gonna steal the man back
Apple pie, help me lord, I can’t take this anymore
When’s that woman gonna get a life?
Step back Betty, put down that knife
Well, who needs a woman that good in the kitchen?
That girl was just a heart-attack waiting to happen
Fresh corn bread, maple-baked beans
You won’t miss that county BBQ Queen
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Get In Line
04:33
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I’ve got a week’s hard work sinkin’ into my bones
But here in this valley no one suffers alone
We’re all flat broke just like we’ve always been
Ah, but we’ve got big hearts a-beatin’ so broke doesn’t make us mean
Well you walk right up to the bar, stranger and then you sit
And order something so goddamned expensive, bar tender’s never heard of it
Then you start talkin’ to me, ‘bout all the nice things you’ve got
Well you’re making the wrong moves, mister; a good woman can’t be bought
Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
And buy this bar another round
This place is packed full of hard-working people
This ain’t Hollywood, it’s a small farm town
And we don’t need no limousines to have our bad selves a real good time
Well if you want to dance with one of us girls, you’d better get in line
From the top of that brand-new Stetson hat
To the tips of those genuine cowboy boots
You look like the kind of man
Who’s never known the blues
This town has seen hard times and battles lost
But there’s nothing like our fruit pies, sugar snaps or applesauce
Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
And buy this bar another round
This place is packed full of hard-working people
This ain’t Hollywood, it’s a small farm town
And we don’t need no caviar to have our bad selves a real good time
Well if you want to dance with one of us girls, you’d better get in line
Well you won’t impress anyone around here, if you don’t know how to hoe a roe
Or drive that old John Deere or dig a three-foot hole
If you think those nice clothes will get you anywhere
You’d better make your way back to the city and chew off someone else’s ear
Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is
And buy this bar another round
This place is packed full of hard-working people
This ain’t Hollywood, it’s a small farm town
And we don’t need no Champaign to have our bad selves a real good time
Well if you want to dance with one of us girls, you’d better get in line
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Train
03:36
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Stick With Me
05:15
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Broken Down Wagon
02:48
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My Heart Doesn't Care
04:18
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Sinful Love
03:07
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Devil on my Shoulder
03:46
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The devil on my shoulder says that I should get it over…
But I don’t want to let you down
The devil on my shoulder, well he sure is a talker
He’s got lots of bad ideas that we’ve been tossing around
The angel on my right, well she’s gone for the night
But I want so much to be true
Well I’m an easy sell, but I don’t want to go to hell
And I’ve been trying with all my might to be good to you
Chorus
Well I may be a simple man
My eyes may look where they should not
But I’m gonna try the best I can
Not to let that devil win, never to [mess] up again, oooh
Well the girl at the bar, she’s this town’s little star
And she’s been checking me over all night
And I can’t help but stare at that long red hair
Flowing down to the top of her thighs
Mac over at Rudy’s says she says she wants to do me
And I’m thinking that may not have been a lie
She’s really cute, she’s got long legs to boot,
And before the night’s over I think I’m gonna die
Chorus
Well I may be a simple man
My eyes may look where they should not
But I’m gonna try the best I can
Not to let that devil win, never to mess up again, oooh
Bridge:
Gotta get out of here, gonna leave my beer and go
Cause I’ve been a no-good cheater, but I love my woman so
Repeat V1 and Chorus.
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9. |
Twice
03:47
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10. |
If You Go It Alone
05:11
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Bet Smith Gravenhurst, Ontario
Bet Smith is a Canadian alternative folk singer-songwriter who weaves environmental and socio-political philosophy into rich, reflective compositions. With a voice that is gentle and familiar, Smith offers elegant melodies locked to lyrics that are paced and precise. ... more
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