Roll In The Hay
Written By Don Derby
© 2006 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC
Hey babe whatcha say, let’s go down and roll in the hay (come on)
Hey babe whatcha say, let’s go down and roll in the hay
I was thinkin’ maybe we could get crazy
just you and me baby, down on the farm in the barn
I’m your man, you’re my girl
Take my hand and rock my world
Little bit of love well it ain’t no thing
Let’s go down and roll in the hay (hey)
Well, I’ve been workin’ like a dog, all week long
just to bring it on home to you
Been so worn down I guess, by all of these bills
and all of the stress it’s true
But that won’t do, ‘cause all I wanna do
Is make sweet love to you (So)
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Well, you got no hugs and you got no kiss
My love cup ain’t even held a sip, I know
Well, if there ain’t no woods and there ain’t no trees
then you got nowhere for the birds and the bees to go
Girl, I know but we’ll take it slow
and we’ll still be rockin’ when the rooster crows (Oh)
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Well, now’s the time
You’re the one
Let’s take it off and get it on
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Roll in the hay yeah
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There’s No I In Team
Written By Don Derby
©2003 Don’s House Of Hit’s Music, SESAC
My boss said to all of us, there’s no I in team
We gotta work harder for the man
Well, I’d been there 3 years and that little speech
was the straw that broke the camel’s back
And 12 hour days, no pay raise don’t sound fun to me
So, I walked in his office and I said man I agree
There’s no “I” in team
But there’s a “M” and an “E”
and that spells me and that’s exactly who I’m workin’ for
There’s no “I” in team
But there’s a “M” and an “E”
and I think me, myself and I are headin’ out the door
My boss said, sorry son, you really let me down
I thought you had a bright future kid
Well I said, I get here ‘for the sun comes up
then I leave when the sun goes down
My bright futures lookin’ pretty dim
And what do you know about my job
You work from 9 ‘till 3
But somehow you still got the nerve to say to me
There’s no “I” in team
But there’s a “M” and an “E”
and that spells me and that’s exactly why I’m doing this
There’s no “I” in team
But there’s a “M” and an “E”
and I believe that you are a great big hypocrite
So go on out with the boys, play 18 holes for me
But when this place goes belly up I bet you’ll agree
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No you won’t find me ‘round here no more
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It’s All For Charity
Written By Don Derby
© 2003 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC
Just today I saw a man
Cardboard sign in his hand said
it ain’t for me it’s for Charity
That struck me as kind of strange
You don’t see that everyday
and I was filled with curiosity
I pointed at the sign said I don’t get it
He said wait, let me explain
you will in a minute.
It’s all for Charity
She’s my little girl down at Saint Francis
I hope she turns around, but it don’t look good
from what the doctors say
It’s all for Charity
Gonna buy her a flower with the money I raise
Put it right by her and hope and pray
she comes back to me
So mister could you spare a little please
It’s all for Charity
Then he started talkin’ ‘bout
how the doctor bills mount
and how he’s barely payin’ for ‘em all
He said I hate that waitin’ room
The way some people look at you
when you’re pacin’ up and down the hall
He said I’ve never asked for much or been the beggin’ kind
but I figure this is more important than my manly pride.
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I pulled out some money and I put it in his hand
I said no need to thank me ‘cause from what I understand
It’s all for Charity
She’s a little girl down at Saint Francis
I hope she turns around, but it don’t look good
from what the doctors say
It’s all for Charity
Go and buy that flower, take it on over
put it right by her and when she wakes hand her that daisy
Then hug her tight and tell her hi for me
It’s all for Charity. It’s all for Charity
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Beer Pressure
Written By Don Derby & Jeremy Crady
© 2007 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC/Cray Dog Music Co., ASCAP
We were 16 with a 12 pack 2 girls, 3 guys and me
Well, they each drunk 1 and yeah it looked like fun
so I turned up 4 before my face turned green yeah
The whole world was spinnin’ in that feed store parkin’ lot
And when Betty Lou passed me her last brew
I was thinkin’ as I popped that top (I was givin’ into)
Beer pressure that’s how it begins
Liquid pleasure with all of my friends
Miller Lite, Red Stripe and PBR
Rolling Rock, Shiner Bock and ole Lonestar
Anheuser, Budweiser and
Beer pressure get’s me everytime (that’s right)
Well now, fast forward 5 years to an all night frat party
I was lookin’ around hangin’ upside down
Everybody callin’ me the keg stand king yeah
Should’ve known my limit while I was lying there on the floor
But I kept keepin’ on with that ole beer bong
and had the crowd screamin’ more, more, more. (and I was givin’ into)
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Well now I’m a little older and a whole lot wiser
Well, at least that’s how it seems
But when my buddies get goin’ and the suds start flowin’
it still get’s the best of me (And I give into)
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Not peer but beer pressure get’s me everytime.
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Special Kind Of Something
Written By Don Derby
© 2003 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC
Isn’t it strange that every time you hold my hand
it feels like you’re holdin’ my heart
This feelin’ that I feel is so right and so real
it goes beyond any single part
I don’t know how one guy gets so lucky
and how you do the things you do is such a mystery
You’ve got a special kind of something
I don’t know what it is but I love it
Is it your eyes
Is it your smile
The way your touchin’ drives me wild
I can’t put my finger on it
but I love your special kind of something
Isn’t it great that when you say what’s on your mind
it’s like you are speakin’ to my soul
And how could I forget, oh when you softly kiss me
feels like two halves are made a whole
The way you say you love me with the glisten of your eyes
I don’t know why but sometimes I think you’re readin’ my mind
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I don’t know how one guy gets so lucky
And how you the things you do is such a mystery
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How I love your special kind of something
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When Life Gives You Lemons
Written By Don Derby & Ron Kingery
© 2006 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC/Seed House Music, BMI
Well, life’s got it’s up’s and down’s
some smiles and frowns with the sun and rain
You’ve got your high’s and low’s
some stop’s and go’s all along the way
Well, you can’t find the time, can’t find the place
You can’t find the forest for the tree in your face
When you’re all fed up with the let down blues
there’s only one thing that you gotta do
When life gives you lemons, trade ‘em for some limes
Cut ‘em up, pour a little drink and have a time
Tie one on ‘till you just unwind
and you’ll wind up thinkin’ your problem ain’t a biggin’
That’s what you do when life gives you lemons
Well, you’ve had your share on Monday’s
someday’s you should’ve stayed in bed
Because the life you’re livin’
isn’t the one that you really had planned
Well, the world is pushin’ but you’ve got no pull
and you’re runnin’ plumb empty on your glass half full
The wheels are spinnin’ but you just can’t drive
and lady luck’s wavin’ but she ain’t said hi
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You gotta choose it if you’re gonna go and booze it
but if you’re gonna do it do it right
Yeah grab a doubler d’er and a bottle of tequila
Set ‘em up knock ‘em down have you a good time
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The House That Bob Built
Written By Don Derby & Richie Dorman
© 2007 Don’s House Of Hit’s Music, SESAC/Dorman Music Publishing, BMI
In the land of the red man
we dance to a big band
holdin’ hands makin’ romance all night long
There’s longnecks and real short dresses
cowboy boots and big ole Stetsons
swayin’ back and forth to those country songs
And the ranchers and farmers
bring all their son’s and daughter’s
They hoot and holler to a whinin’ steel
There’s swingin’ doors, springin’ floors
all you’d ever want and more
is in the house that bob built
Well, the roughnecks and cowboys
all the farm hands and plowboys
They scuffle in to shuffle to that sound
In the fields oil wells are pumpin’
but right here the bass is bumpin’
Man, this joint is jumpin’ hear that crowd
And the girls look good all day in T-U-L-S-A
Them okie gals really are a thrill
There’s beer drinkin’, bar room brawlin’
two-steppin’, my hearts callin’
to the house that bob built.
Ida red, faded love
bring it on down and crank it on up
at the dancehall where ya’ll party ‘till the cows come home
Saddle up, grab the reins,
hold on tight and raise some cain
Well, that ain’t the crop boy that’s the name
where the weekend’s all week long
Right or wrong, stay all night
get a little tan ‘neath the neon light
at the dancehall where ya’ll party ‘till the cows come home
Saddle up, grab the reins
hold on tight and raise some cain
Well, that ain’t the crop boy that’s the name
where the weekend’s all week long.
Well the ranchers and farmers
bring all their son’s and daughter’s
They hoot and holler to that whinin’ steel
There’s swingin’ doors, springin’ floors
all you’d ever want and more
is in the house that bob built
In the house, Bob Wills built (Cain’s)
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Cowgirl Run
Written By Don Derby & Richie Dorman
© 2006 Don’s House Of Hit’s Music, SESAC/Dorman Music Publishing, BMI
If I hadn’t got bucked off that bronc in
I might have won enough money to buy you that ring
And girl you stayed with me and that is amazin’
but look you’re wastin’ your time
Well, I’ll always love you and always dream of you
but all I ask of you tonight is cowgirl run, cowgirl run
Run from this man who might fall off his saddle
and not come home alive
Run from the headaches and all of the heartbreak
from every demon I fight
Run from the mud all the bulls and the blood
and the bone chillin’ look in my eyes
Run from
If I’d only gone 8 on that bull up in
I would’ve held that gold buckle and asked for your hand
But all through the no show’s, the long shots and short go’s
well all of my dreams kinda died
I know you don’t want to, but the right thing for you
is just tell me goodbye Cowgirl run, cowgirl run
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Cowgirl run, cowgirl run
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Wishing On A Texaco Star
Written By Don Derby
© 2004 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC
There ain’t a star tonight
in the
And rain on my windshield rolls
like the tears I cry headin’ down this road
And all I wanna do is send a wish to you
Askin’ where’d you go, why you left and how you are
But the only light I see in the sky tonight
is the one from a Texaco star
I’ve heard it called the lonestar state
guess I know the reason why
‘Cause when the love you had goes away
all the clouds well up to cry
And they cover every constellation
Leavin’ me a sad situation
Starin’ at the sky with a lost love broken heart
Wishing on a Texaco star
Oh I wish I said I love you more
At least before the slammin’ door
and those squealin’ tires drove your love away
Oh I wish I may I wish I might
but the only star I see tonight
is one on a little red plastic sign
that says gas is going for something way to high
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Wishing on a Texaco star
There ain’t a star tonight
in the
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FYI She’s Got PMS
Written By Don Derby & Jonathan Lawson
© 2004 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC/Tin Cup Gypsy Music, BMI
Well she came home late from work and slammed the door
I said baby what the heck’d you do that for
But by the look that she gave me I knew exactly what was up
Dear Lord I hate this time of the month
Just F.Y.I. she’s got P.M.S.
That spells no R&R
Send out an S.O.S.
I’ll get no T.L.C.
Dang sure no S.E.X.
So F.Y.I. she’s got P.M.S.
Well I thought a pretty rose would make her smile
And a hot breakfast in bed would be worthwhile
Well, the rose was red she wanted white instead
And the eggs weren’t hot enough
Dear God I hate this time of the month
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Man the house ain’t been rockin’ so don’t come a knockin’
just bow your head and pray the next 5 to 7 days
I survive this hurricane (Ya’ll help me)
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Lord help me F.Y.I. she’s got P.M.S.
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Down In Destin
Written By Don Derby
© 2005 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC
Well I met my destiny down in Destin
On a silver beach ‘neath the golden beams
of a summer
When I saw her there I knew this had to be it
‘cause when our eyes met they said
I’ve never seen no one like you
She kinda smiled at me
She kinda laughed
She kinda fell real deep in love right after that
And we woke up on the beach
Had margaritas ‘neath a palm tree
Warm wind blowin’ through sandy hair
I can hear the waves I can see me there
getting’ lost lookin’ in those blue eyes
Tanning oil gleamin’ on her in the sunshine
And that’s the closest that I’ve ever come to heaven
so if you wonder where my heart is at I left it
On the beach with Destiny down in Destin
Well she got her name in ’68 from her hippie mom
She grew up in San Antone by the
And she wrote her number down as we sat and talked
all night long, yeah all night long
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Well I called her phone one night but it just rang on and on
Guess she’s moved on with her new life
But I remember the time
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Hurry Up, Slow Down
Written By Don Derby
© 2005 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC
Well, I’ve got a buddy he’s always on the run
He makes lots of money but he never has fun
A slave to his job and a ghost to his wife
I hope someday that the boy’ll realize to
Hurry up (hurry up) and slow down (slow down)
Take a little time ‘fore your time runs out
Life’s a trip and all ya get is one go round
so you might as well just hurry up and slow down
Well, my girl yeah she’s full of ambition
The queen of the busy bees, a woman on a mission
But all of that drive is drivin’ her mad
Well hey now honey would it be so bad to
Hurry up (hurry up) and slow down (slow down)
Have a little fun right here, right now
Stop and smell the roses while a rose is on the ground
Come on baby hurry up and slow down
Well now I ain’t sayin’ that you gotta be lazy
But sometimes ya’ll we all need to get crazy
Live a little looser
Have yourselves a ball
Now come to think of it, hey don’t ya think we all should
Hurry up (hurry up) and slow down (slow down)
Have a little fun right here, right now
Stop and smell the roses while a rose is on the ground
Well if you wanna come along then sing it with me now
Hurry up (hurry up) and slow down (slow down)
Take a little time ‘fore your time runs out
Life’s a trip and all ya get is one go round
so you might as well just hurry up and slow down
Oh say it loud
Oh come on now hurry up and slow down
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There You Are
Written By Don Derby
© 2003 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC
I pull into the driveway just like I’ve done before
I fumble for my keys and finally unlock the door
I stumble for the light switch but find it and turn it on
Then right in front of me I see what I’ve been countin’ on
There’s a smile that’s waitin’ every time
I see it everyday and every night
There you are hangin’ in the hall
a wood frame ‘round your face
And there you are, my best friend in an 8 by 10
wrapped up in my arms
It’s hard to see you left me
You’re close but yet so far
hangin’ on that wall
Oh you can’t be gone, ‘cause there you are
I grab a frozen dinner and throw it in the microwave
Oh girl you’d be so proud I’m a gourmet with Jenny Craig
I sit down turn on the tv and try to catch the local news
But I can’t concentrate on it when I’m lookin’ at you
And life ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
when all you got is memories
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Oh how I think about that night
you said you had to go
I should’ve made you stay
it was too slick and way too cold
Oh how I cried when the call from the highway patrol
said, well you know
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There you are
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Sagebrush Lullaby
Written By Don Derby
© 2004 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC
Stuck in my car
Sittin’ at a red light
This traffic jam’s drivin’ me out of my mind
So I hum me a tune to a place and a time
with a sagebrush lullaby and I sing
(Yodel) and I sing (Yodel) a sagebrush lullaby
I see the mountains
rise out of the plains
I soak up the sunshine while ridin’ the range
And at twilight I hear all those coyotes reply
to my sagebrush lullaby. And I sing
(Yodel) and I sing (Yodel) a sagebrush lullaby
I know this city’s where I need to be
But it can’t compare to green grass and gold wheat
I know that somewhere someway down the road
my trail will lead me back to where I call home
And I’ll sing
(Yodel) and I sing (Yodel) a sagebrush lullaby
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Sittin’ At A River
Written By Don Derby
© 2004 Don’s House Of Hits Music, SESAC
Sittin’ at a river
Sittin’ at a river
Sittin’ at a river back home
I was just a boy on the bank by the water
fishin’ and skippin’ stones
Sittin’ at a river
Sittin’ at a river
How could I have known
those few years of innocence I’d dream of from now on
Sittin’ in a diner
Sittin’ in a diner
Sittin’ in a diner back home
Talkin’ with a buddy who was shippin’ out
with the Army and he had to go
Sittin’ in a diner
Sittin’ in a diner
I would’ve said something more
If I’d had known he would be leavin’
but never comin’ back from war
See life leads us in different directions
You don’t know where you’ll go
But north or south, up or down’s a misconception
It’s where your hearts at and your soul
Sittin’ at a table
Sittin’ at a table
Sittin’ at a table back home
Me and my family eating Sunday supper
Sayin’ grace to the Lord
Sittin’ at a table
Sittin’ at a table
I wish I had one meal more
So I could go back and talk with them
and feel their love once more
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