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'90s Country
02:47
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I want that boot stompin line dancin steel guitar for romancin
Shakin down my sugar tree
I want that drum kickin fiddle pickin honies lookin finger lickin
Play me some nineties country
I grew up on real radio in nineteen ninety-two
When red heads ruled the airwaves and Aquanet was cool
Top forty’s got me thinking that time has come and gone
I don't want what they're selling I want a country song
I want that boot stompin line dancin steel guitar for romancin
Shakin down my sugar tree
I want that drum kickin fiddle pickin honies lookin finger lickin
Play me some nineties country
Friday night when work is out I want a honky tonk
Where Cowboys call me Miss and two step all night long
I want songs about mama, the river and the road
Telling the man to shove it where the sun don't go
I want that boot stompin line dancin steel guitar for romancin
Shakin down my sugar tree
I want that drum kickin fiddle pickin honies lookin finger lickin
Play me some nineties country
I’m singing songs about mama, the river and the road
The record man can shove it where the sun don't go
I’m singing songs about mama, the river and the road
The record man can shove it where the sun don't go
I want that boot stompin line dancin steel guitar for romancin
Shakin down my sugar tree
I want that drum kickin fiddle pickin honies lookin finger lickin
Play me some nineties country
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2. |
Ho Down
02:27
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I heard you say I’m trashy. I heard you say I’m mean
I slept my way into the band cause I can’t really sing
You think you’ll stay afloat holdin my head down under water
Well you’re about to know I am a redneck father’s daughter (replace?)
If you wana fight don’t do si do, my daddy taught me how to go toe to toe
I’ll slap my name right out your mouth while everybody’s yellin
Ho Down
I try to be a lady and let go off all this stuff
When it comes to reputation honey, I don’t give one _____.
But you’ve crossed my for the last time and I won’t take it any longer
You’re about to learn a lesson from this redneck father’s daughter
If you wana fight don’t do si do, my daddy taught me how to go toe to toe
I’ll slap my name right out your mouth while everybody’s yellin
Ho Down
If you wana fight don’t do si do, my daddy taught me how to go toe to toe
I’ll slap my name right out your mouth while everybody’s yellin
Ho Down
If you wana fight don’t do si do, my daddy taught me how to go toe to toe
I’ll slap my name right out your mouth while everybody’s yellin
Ho Down
Somebody better hold my beer
And my earrings...get my hoops
Ho Down
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When it comes to boys and girls in love we know that it ain’t fair
We get the apron strings and the kids to raise
They get a beer and a lazy chair
You take one damn night to yourself
The whole town gonna lose their minds
But your ex-husband dates your first cousin
And nobody bats an eye
Let it all go/Turn it on up
Let somebody else do the worryin for once
Toes in the Mud/Whiskey out the gate
Buncha MidWest Mamas floatin on a river date
Between the dishes and the laundry And workin that 9 to 5
You need something to hold on to
That makes you feel alive
So dust off that bikini
Cause what you don’t get at home
You can bet your ass your wingwomen
Will find you on another boat
Let it all go/Turn it on up
Let somebody else do the worryin for once
Toes in the Mud/Whiskey out the gate
Buncha MidWest Mamas, Midwest Mamas SING
Let it all go/Turn it on up
Let somebody else do the worryin for once
Toes in the Mud/Whiskey out the gate
Buncha MidWest Mamas floatin on a river date
Let 'em say what they're gonna say about us
No matter what we gotta face, I got ya'
Let it all go/Turn it on up
Let somebody else do the worryin for once
Toes in the Mud/Whiskey out the gate
Buncha MidWest Mamas, Midwest Mamas SING
Let it all go/Turn it on up
Let somebody else do the worryin for once
Toes in the Mud/Whiskey out the gate
Buncha MidWest Mamas floatin on a river date
Floating on a river date
One damn day to yourself
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4. |
My Sister Did
03:20
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When I was five years old I prayed/ to the good Lord that he bring,
A blue-eyed baby sister, a perfect mini me.
And I think God that he answered, cause what I didn't know, is when she was five that she would pray, to hear me on the radio.
before the light shined on me,
before a crowd cheered my name,
before I knew the person I would be
or that I had the strength,
before anyone believed I'd reach,
this dream I am living in,
my sister did.
Through the years I've been her Wanda, and I've been her Maryann.
When I told her I had been Jolene, she held that secret fast.
We fight for and with each other, we raised hell and then babies,
and when I'm feeling life is small she tells me, that I am meant for bigger things.
before the light shined on me,
before a crowd cheered my name,
before I knew the person I would be
or that I had the strength,
before anyone believed I'd reach,
this dream I am living in,
my sister did.
when my nerves get the best of me, and I'm feeling out of place, she locks eyes across the room and says girl fix your Face.
And I dig down deep and sing the songs, about our Long and winding road.
And she still cries every time she hears me on the radio.
before the light shined on me,
before a crowd cheered my name,
before I knew the person I would be
or that I had the strength,
before anyone believed I'd reach,
this dream I am living in,
my sister did.
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5. |
Mamas Don't Leave
03:39
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There were never any bruises for the teachers to see
I learned to hide that pain with pride deep inside of me
Mama laid there passed out in that sin-ridden living room
And the day they came to take me away I was ten and he was to
He said
Mama don’t leave/stay here and play
Push me on the swings/that’s my favorite thing
He held on for dear life and said why did you pack
I don’t know where you’re going. Are you gonna come back
Mama don’t leave. Mama don’t leave
New backpack and blue jeans nearly broke the bank
I worked three jobs to make a life worth putting in a frame
We were both scared to death on his first day of school
And I shed a tear for all those years and the boy who I once knew
Who said
Mama don’t leave/stay here and play
Push me on the swings/that’s my favorite thing
He held on for dear life and said why did you pack
I don’t know where you’re going. Are you gonna come back
Mama don’t leave. Mama don’t leave
Well I went back looking for my brother
He was standing next to a half-dead version of my mother
She said anything you say to him, girl, you can say to me.
I said
Mama don’t leave/you left me there to play
And push him on the swings/you didn't do a damn thing
I held on for dear life as I watched you pack
My innocence up your nose and you never came back
And Mamas don’t leave. Mamas don’t leave. Mamas don’t leave, no.
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6. |
Son of a Bitch
02:45
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My first born son's a ladies man. My second one's a boss. But neither one prepared me for the third that came along. He's a wild and reckless fighter/not afraid of anything. And Lord, I might be tired but I'd never be ashamed
He's a son of a bitch. I didn't follow the rules. I didn't walk the line that they wanted me to. I fought to live my own life whichever way I choose. He's a son of a bitch and his Mama didn't raise no fool.
Tammy said Stand By Your Man, I stand by the ones I raise. This Mama's got a .45 you better listen when I say: He could ride in on a rainbow or stand for Stars and Stripes. Whatever flag he's waving, he's got the Mother-Given right
To be a son of a bitch. Not always follow the rules. He doesn't walk the line just cause they tell him to. He fights to live his own life whichever way he choose. He's a son of a bitch and his Mama didn't raise no fool.
So from me to all the men out there who are tired of being told/ just work that 9 to 5, never cry and fit into a mold
Be a son of a bitch. Don't always follow the rules. Don't walk the line just cause they tell you to. Fight to live your own life whichever way you choose. Be a son of a bitch and don't worry about those fools
He's a son of a bitch. He doesn't follow the rules. He gets by just fine on good looks and booze. He fights to live his own life whichever way he choose. He's a son of a bitch and his mama didn't raise no fool
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7. |
What I Need
03:09
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I’ve been to Carolina, and out to Omaha, Nashville Tennessee
Hopped on a flight down to, heartbreak Thirty Two, Panama City Beach
All that precious time, on those spinnin wheels, sure do wish I’d seen
You comin down the road, how was I to know, your love is what I need
I’ve got a gypsy soul and a fickle heart, runnin down a dream in neon bars
It took landing in your arms to see, your love is what I need
We’re swingin on the porch, watching our kids play, out there in the yard
As the sun goes down, you look at me that way, I love right where we are
All that precious time, on those spinnin wheels, now all I can see
You comin down the road, I hope you know, your love is what I need
I’ve got a gypsy soul and a fickle heart, runnin down a dream in neon bars
It took landing in your arms to see, your love is what I need
ooooh
I’m off to Carolina, and out to Omaha…Nashville Tennessee
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8. |
Thomas Davis Show
03:31
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Crying in a corner booth like some old country song
Giving up on life and love when Thomas Davis came along
He said little dear, hey listen here, chin up and dry your eyes
That was then and this is now and we’ve only got one life
Whatever’s got you down, there’s just one thing you need to know
No need to fear cause these part round here, Thomas Davis runs the show
You can call me Bubba, I’ll take you into the fold
Better hold on tight, we’re going for a ride down on Gumbranch road
Let’s get high on the bottle/but we’ll keep it on the low
Do some things we can’t tell our Mamas
On the Thomas Davis Show
Tom’s mama ran a restaurant employin’ half the town
We worked hard for tips but played for free every night when the sun’d go down
We lived and lied and loved and cried led by the Jacksonville King
But with most of us growing and Tom still goin I said listen here to me
Lord knows you love your babies but once they’re off to be
Ain’t no tellin where the night might lead or where you’ll lay your head
King o’ this town needs to slow down, stop worryin us all to death
A tear in his eye, he said That ships gone by so don’t you waste your breath
Let’s get high on the bottle/but we’ll keep it on the low
Do some things we can’t tell our Mamas
On the Thomas Davis Show
Three months later, I woke in a sweat in the middle of the night
Voice in the distance said chin up girl, it’s gonna be alright
Thomas Davis, Jacksonville, Twenty Nine years old
Survived by two babies he went out at eighty last night on Gumbranch Road
So here’s to all the Bubbas who love Cash and cars and honies
Who save us from the worst of days and make our problems funny
Whose hearts of gold won’t do what they’re told but dry the tears from our eyes
Raise a glass with me to the memory of all those blessed times
We got high on the bottle/but we keep it on the low
Do some things we can’t tell our Mamas
On the Thomas Davis Show
Let’s get high on the bottle/but we’ll keep it on the low
Do some things we can’t tell our Mamas
On the Thomas Davis Show
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9. |
The Other Side
02:42
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White hats preachin from a tower i cant see
Black shadow creeping it’s a matter of time
Four cold walls callin on me
And a lead foot down for the county line
Wings blackened by the fire but theyre still gonna fly
If I gotta keep running til the day I die
Thunder clouds rollin it’s a hell of a ride
I’m gonna make it to the other side
Blue song ringing down a concrete hall
Red blood came creeping now I’m doin time
Anamosa got an order in 30 years tall
And a window with a view of a turning tide
Wings blackened by the fire but theyre still gonna fly
If I gotta keep running til the day I die
Thunder clouds rollin it’s a hell of a ride
I’m gonna make it to the other side
I'm gonna make it
I'm gonna make it
I'm gonna make it to the other side
i'm gonna make it
I'm gonna make it
i'm gonna make it to the other side
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Monica Austin Muscatine, Iowa
Monica Austin is a MidWest Country music artist from the Quad City Area. Her slice-of-life writing style and swing for the fences stage show resonate deeply with fans from the heartland while providing listeners outside it a glimpse into their lifestyle. Monica's brand of country music is bare foot, sparkle-laden, soulful grit with a soaring belt. ... more
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