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You Can't Get Your Money Back
You Can't Get Your Money Back
Everybody's Gonna Find Someone
In Your Dreams
Good Luck Trailer Park
Drink Til' I'm Dreamin'
Only Going Solo
Breathless
Faded Fears
One Too Many Times
Wild Wind Rushing
Gettin' In Your Bones
Sleepin' around
When I See That Train Comin'

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Well, I met a girl who was long and lean,
Lord she could love me so,
She took my condo and my cash and my Cadillac,
You know that girl she hurt me so,
Well, I begged that lady before she left,
You know, I got down on my knees,
And the very last thing that she said to me was,
I need some cash pretty please,

She said, "Hey Billy, its just a fact",
Cause You Can't get your money Back,
Can't get your money Back

I found a new squeeze who's sometimes mean to me,
She spends my money so,
But my heart keeps bleedin' and my pockets are dry,
And all I can do is cry,
Well, I begged that lady before she left,
You know I got down on my knees,
And the very last thing that she said to me,
Was I need some cash pretty please,

She said, "Hey Billy, its just a fact",
Cause You Can't get your money Back,
Can't get your money Back

For the love of money I don't understand,
Why women want my money so,
But its just about time for me to turn the tide,
And hold on to what I normally let go,
Well I begged that lady before she left,
I got down on my knees,
And the very last thing that she said to me,
Was I need some cash pretty please,
She said, "Hey Billy, its just a fact",
Cause You Can't get your money Back,
Can't get your money Back

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Harp, Drums, Bass
Dan "The Oar" Wiktorski -Rhythm Guitar
Jeff Morris - Lead Guitar, Ben Sears - Piano




She wasn't a young girl,
she'd never been dressed in white,
She'd taken all of the wrong turns,
her lovin turned into fights,
Yet she's still quite a looker,
when she's dressed up for the night,
But when the time finally comes,
there's no lover to hold her tight,

And she shouts, "Why is it such a lonely world!",
And she cries, "Is my heart going to rust?",
Yet she knows, It's another empty love ...

Now the seeds of passion lie dormant in the hearts of everyone,
There's a clear understanding, everybody's gonna find, gonna find someone,

He wasn't a shy boy,
and for a wife he never needed one,
He made all of the right moves,
he disappeared by dawn,
And all the ladies still loved him,
even though their passion is gone,
And as the bar slowly closes,
there's no hope here for him anymore,
Yes, they've all been excited,
when the sun comes up in the morn,
Yes, they were all disappointed,
"Where's that lover he can't be gone",

Now the seeds of passion lie dormant in the hearts of everyone,
There's a clear understanding, everybody's gonna find, gonna find someone,

And she shouts, "Why is it such a lonely world!",
And she cries, "Is my heart going to rust?",
Yet she knows, It's another empty love ...

Now the seeds of passion lie dormant in the hearts of everyone,
There's a clear understanding, everybody's gonna find, gonna find someone,

She wasn't a young girl, she'll never be dressed in white.

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitars, Drums
Tom Hoover - Bass



She comes a walkin' into to my heart now,
She keeps on talkin' 'bout some other guy,
Is she holdin' out or is she just precious,
It's all in your dreams,
It's all in your dreams,

If she comes on strong, just roll with the flow boy,
You can't possibly resist her now,
She's not holding back no, she's feelin' footloose,
It's not all in your dreams,
No, It's not all in your dreams,

If she turns on the charm,
You know I won't try and stop her!
And it won't take too long,
If you leave her alone now,
But I won't shed no tears, for her,

If I should lay down, tonight beside you,
Will you promise me, your kisses at sunrise,
Because some feelings they last forever,
Rollin' around in my heart,
Rollin' around in my heart,
And can't you see that I'm still dreamin'
It's rainin' down on my heart,
It's washin' away my sweet soul now,
Lord it keeps tearin' me apart,
Yes, it keeps tearin' me apart,

If she turns on the charm,
You know I won't try and stop her!
And it won't take too long,
If you leave her alone now,
But I won't shed no tears, for her,

If she comes on strong, just roll with the flow boy,
You can't possibly resist her now,
She's not holding back no, she's feelin' footloose,
It's not all in your dreams,
No, It's not all in your dreams,
No, It's not all in your dreams.

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Dobro
Rick Stevens - Bass



Well, I was born in the back of my Daddy's Peterbuilt,
We used to drink black coffee and eat french fries at every truck stop,
But from LA to Nashville we, we used to drive non-stop,
But now I'm headed home to that Good Luck Trailer Park,
I'm just a truck drivin', trailer park livin' fool,

Now my girl's a waitress down at the Dairy Queen,
She's got the sweetest figure, now buddy you've ever seen,
And I call home most every night,
I keep her picture tucked under my dash lights,
And yes I'm headed home to the Good Luck Trailer Park.

I'm just a truck drivin', trailer park livin' fool, yeah,
I've got the truck drivin', trailer park livin' blues,

Mr. Walmart let's me park my rig in his parkin' lot, yeah,
It's just across the street from that Good Luck Trailer Park,
And when I get home my baby's waitin' there,
She's holdin' my favorite ice cold beer,And she's sayin',
"Welcome home to the Good Luck Trailer Park",

I'm just a truck drivin', trailer park livin' fool, yeah,
I've got the truck drivin', trailer park livin' blues,

Now a tornado blew through, 3 or 4 years ago, yeah
It blew everything we had except our, our hound dog named Blue,
Now I'm drivin' both day and night, I'm makin' payments on our new double wide,
And yes I'm headed home to that Good Luck Trailer Park,

I'm just a truck drivin', trailer park livin' fool, yeah,
I've got the truck drivin', trailer park livin' blues,

Yeah, spin those 18 wheels,
I'm gonna stop the next truck stop and call my gal, yeah,
I'm gonna tell her how much I, miss that stuff, mmmmmmm

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Harp, Drums, Bass
Jeff Morris - Lead Guitar
Dan "The Oar" Wiktorski - Rhythm Guitar



I'm drinkin' & dreamin' knowin' damn well I can't go,
I'll never see all of Texas, LA or Old Mexico,
Oh but here at this table, I leave it all behind,
Yes I'll drink till I'm dreaming, 1000 miles out of my mind,

She wrote me a letter and said that she's doing fine,
She had a good job at a truck stop on the Arkansas line,
She said she still missed the children, but knew it was for the best,
Cause loving and leaving are what she always did best,

I'm drinkin' & dreamin' knowin' damn well I can't go,
I'll never see all of Texas, LA or Old Mexico,
Oh but here at this table, I leave it all behind,
Yes I'll drink till I'm dreaming, 1000 miles out of my mind,

We heard just the other day from a trucker whose passin' our way,
He said he'd seen her in a honky tonk, just south of LA,
He said she's still got her figure and her spirit it hadn't changed,
She's "great guns to party" and "party" is her middle name,

So now I'm drinkin' & dreamin' knowin' damn well I can't go,
I'll never see all of Texas, LA or Old Mexico,
Oh but here at this table, I leave it all behind,
Yes I'll drink till I'm dreaming, 1000 miles out of my mind.

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Drums, Bass
Dan "The Oar" Wiktorski - Lead Guitar



Lonely going only, running through the night,
Only going solo, never putting up a fight,

She keeps on dancing into the dark,
She entertains, her ritual she deals,
Keeping her secrets all in her court,
Is there a reason why we are so mystified?,

Lonely going only, running through the night,
Only going solo, never putting up a fight,

Danger keeps on calling out her name,
She doesn't hear the call from the distant past,
All that she feels, the drums are overwhelming,
Faster and faster life's clock is ticking fast,
There must be a reason why we are so mystified,

Lonely going only, running through the night,
Only going solo, never putting up a fight,

She doesn't hear your sympathy when she steals,
She's heard it all before, your hate's piled on her back door,
Her flesh is focused, her purpose consumed,
There lies the reason why you're so mystified,
Yes, there lies the reason why you're so mystified,

Lonely going only, running through the night,
Only going solo, never putting up a fight,

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Drums
Jeff Morris - Lead Guitar
Rick Stevens - Bass



Restless, angels, please carry me away,
Heartless, shadows, please show me a sign,

When the wind blows it leaves me restless,
Everyone should know you leave me breathless,

Starlight, in your eyes,
Lifts my heart through the sky,
It could be moon beams, dancin' making merry,
Like two lovers in the spring,

But if the wind blows it leaves me restless,
Everyone should know you leave me breathless,

Hopeless, spirit, you keep lookin' the other way,
Toward the sundown, where ya', ya' find lost cities,
I keep hopin' you're the one,

When the wind blows it leaves me restless,
And everyone should know you leave me breathless,

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Drums
Dan "The Oar" Wiktorski - Rhythm & Lead Guitar
Rick Stevens - Bass
Ben Sears - Synthesized Strings
Scott "Choo-Choo" Folger - Lead Fills



I met her in run down bar, on the edge of town,
She had a lonely look, it was hidden in her face,
So I asked her politely, "Honey, can I buy you a drink?",
She said, "Have a seat handsome, cause the drink, it's on me",

She rose a toast and said,

Here's to the moments I 've stolen again,
And though cheating's wrong,
I have lost all my fears,
So here's to all of those fading fears,
It's those fading fears,

She asked me my name and if I had a wife,
I said, "No ma'am, but I've already been divorced by a few",
She said, "Well, then you'll understand, just how the game is played",

Won't you sleep with me tonight,
Won't you please, please hold me tight,
Won't you keep tellin' me lies .......,
Cause baby that's what I want to hear,

She rose a toast and said,
Here's to the moments I've stolen again,
And though cheating's wrong,
I have lost all my fears,
Here's to all of those fading fears,
Oh, fading fears,

So we had a few rounds and we danced to all the cheatin' songs
She asked me to promise her something before we go home,

Won't you sleep with me tonight,
Won't you please, please hold me tight,
Won't you keep tellin' me lies .......,
Cause baby that's what I want to hear,

She rose a toast and said,
Here's to the moments we've stolen again,
We have lost all our fears,
Here's to all of those fading fears,
Oh, Oh, fading fears,
Yea, Hey, fading fears,

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Drums
Dan "The Oar" Wiktorski - Lead Guitar
Rick Stevens - Bass



She helped me release the feelings that were held behind,
Shrouded emotions hoping that they can find,
Loves only course down that forgotten road,
That used to be filled with such happiness,

So ...
don't come here hoping, that you will find,
An easy way back into that heart of mine,
Don't come here baby
everytime you change your mind,
Cause you've changed your mind
one too many times,
Oh baby you've changed your mind
one too, one too,
one too many times,

She helped me push away the tears,
And make room for more memories,
And 've been holdin' back for years,
Searching for that special love,
And now that I've found her, baby you're history,

So ...
don't come here hoping, that you will find,
An easy way back into that heart of mine,
Don't come here baby
everytime you change your mind,
Cause you've changed your mind
one too many times,
Oh baby you've changed your mind
one too, one too,
one too many times,

She helped me ease the pain of the memories standing still,
She woke me from my sleep when she felt you there with me,

I never pushed away love,
And I wouldn't be here, baby if you'd felt that way,

So ...
don't come here hoping, that you will find,
An easy way back into that heart of mine,
Don't come here baby
everytime you change your mind,
Cause you've changed your mind
one too many times,
Oh baby you've changed your mind
one too, one too,
one too many times,

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Drums
Dan "The Oar" Wiktorski - Lead Guitar
Tom Hoover - Bass



Yesterday she played with Barbies,
But tonight its with grown men
In a motel rool you'll find her,
No tellin what shape she's in,

But if that coroner comes knocking,
Knocking on your front door,
Ain't nothing you can tell him baby,
He's heard it all before,
Cause there's a wild wind rushin',
Young hearts to certain death,
And there's a cold wind cryin' through.
The hollow hearts that are left,

Sunken eyes and lost spirits,
they often tell the tale,
But when it comes to holdin' on,
Lord it all goes to hell,
There's sayin' on the street,
That every junkie repeats,
"I'll do whatever it takes,
I just need some relief,"

Those left behind to ponder,
Keep wondering where they failed,
Drowning in a pool of doubt,
Full of memories impailed,
Although the spirit that's cherished,
Yes it's gone forever more,
There's that empty feelin'
I could have done a little more,

But if that coroner comes knocking,
Knocking on your front door,
Ain't nothing you can tell him baby,
He's heard it all before,
Cause there's a Wild wind rushin',
Young hearts to certain death,
And there's a cold wind cryin' through.
The hollow hearts that are left,

Yesterday she played with Barbies,

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar

This song is dedicated to the parents of Plano and Northeast Texas, whose lives were shaken by the recent Heroin epidemic.



Well, I like to lay down
With a woman whose got big legs,
Yes, I like to get down
With a woman whose got long legs,
When she wakes me in the mornin'
Lord she makes me beg,

Now when the evenin' come around
My baby struts her stuff,
When the evenin' come around
My baby struts her stuff,
I get down on my bendin' knees
I give what she needs,
I get down on my bendin' knees
I give what she needs,

Well, I like to get down and party all night long,
Yes, we like to get down and party all night long,
Sometimes me and baby, we dance to every song,

That's played on the jukebox help me sing along,
That's played on that jukebox help me sing along,
Get down to the music, Rock and Roll all night long,
Get down to the music, Baby, lets rock all night long, yeah,

Hey Hey pretty baby,
Lets dance and party all night long, yeah,
Hey Hey pretty baby,
Lets dance and party all night long,
Don't you feel the boogie woogie
A gettin' into your bones,
I feel the boogie woogie gettin' into to my bones, yeah,

Gettin' in to my bones, boogie woogie,
Gettin in my bones, boogie woogie,
boogie woogie, Gettin' in my bones boogie woogie, boogie woogie,
MMMMMMMM yeah......, BOOGIE WOOGIE YEAH,
AH BOOGIE WOOGIE YEAH,

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Dobro, Harp, Drums
Rick Stevens - Bass



She handed him down the keys to that gray old front door,
And though she, she didn't love him, you know she always came back for more,
But as she looked up from her drink,
And she told him goodbye one more time,
It was plain to see he wasn't joking,
He could finally take no more,
Of the pain he'd been holding in his heart,
Felt like I'd last forevermore,

She kept tellin' him, "I'll stop",
My lyin' and hidin' and sleepin' around,
Sleepin' around on you dear

So he handed her down the keys,
To his favorite blue pickup truck,
He said, "Honey Take what, what ever need,
You know it don't mean that much to me now,"

But when he looked up from his drink,
And he told her goodbye one more time,
It was plain to see she wasn't joking,
She could finally take no more,
Of the heartache she' been holdin' in her heart,
She'd cast it free forevermore,

But he kept tellin' her, "I'll stop",
All my fussin', my fightin',
My lyin' and hidin' and sleepin' around,
Sleepin' around on you dear,

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Drums, Bass



Out in the desert where the sand blows free,
And all the cactus stand like Injun' braves,
The wind cries out through the darkest night,
While my angel whispers prayers just for me,

So when I see that train coming round the bend,
I know it's bringin' my baby back home to me,
And when I hear that lonesome whistle blowin',
I know my love's callin' out to me,

And at the end of each day when the sun goes down,
I see her name painted in the western sky,
Even though it brings tears to my eyes,
And leaves me with such misery,

I know my angel's comin' home,
Down from the mountain top,
She gently calls my name,
Yes, I feel her spirit moving slow,
I feel her spirit moving slow,

So when I see that train coming round the bend,
Yes, it's bringin' my baby back home to me,
And when I hear that lonesome whistle blowin',
I know my love's callin' out to me,
Yes, my love is comin' home to set me free,

© 1999 Bullydog Music
Billy Rawlett - Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Harp



All songs written by Billy Rawlett.
Lyrics reprinted with permission from Bullydog Music.
All Rights Reserved. Mixed and Mastered by Kol Marshall at NOMAD Recording Studio.


Copyright © 2001 Bullydog Music