Dance Like No One's Watching

by Donny Brazile

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SHINE LIKE GOLD (MISSISSIPPI GIRLS) Moonlight and magnolias Sweet summer in the air That southern drawl when they say y’all And sunbeams in their hair Hurts a boy to think about Hurts even worse to live without Mississippi girls are hard to hold The blood is hot but the feet are cold Mississippi girls can’t be told They’re raised in mud but they shine like gold Wind in the whippoorwills Pedestal and all They can take you oh so high And laugh when you fall Biscuits and good gravy baby Red beans and rice They sho’ look good they sho’ smell good They sho’ taste nice Mississippi girls are never too old They're never too young and they’re never too bold Mississippi girls can’t be told They’re raised in mud but they shine like gold Mississippi girls they don’t need control Like those high falootin’ girls from Chicago Mississippi girls they got soul A 6-pack in their car and rock ‘n’ roll I love that durty water © 1998 Donny Brazile
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Sara(h) 03:50
SARA(H) When’s the last time I’ve written you a song Been so long been so long And I haven’t seen Sarah Since she’s been gone Sarah—plain and tall It’s Sarah or no one at all Sarah—I’m tellin’ y’all It’s Sarah or no one at all Sarah she had a baby Sarah ran wild all her life This little Sarah went whee whee whee And this little Sarah’s my wife When’s the last time I seen Sarah smile Been quite a while quite a while And Sarah’s got a way with hers Like a prisoner’s got a way with a file © 2000 Donny Brazile
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Wastin' Mine 03:15
WASTIN’ MINE I know what’s goin’ on here Though the words you say ain’t comin’ in clear Your love left a long time ago But you remain and your contempt grows You’re bidin’ your time and wastin’ mine Time flies and you’re wastin’ mine You ought to give it some thought Look at what you want and look what you got Things change but people don’t Why you say you will when you know you won’t Words—schmords I can feel it in my bones Anyday now you’ll be up and gone I know what’s goin’ on here And it won’t be long I’ll find my solace in beer Love only lasts as long as it does And we can’t go back to the way that it was Precious precious time You’re wastin’ mine Precious precious time You’re wastin’ mine Time flies Time flies Time flies And you’re wastin’ mine © 2000 Donny Brazile
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BUT I DO LOVE JIM So I ain’t exactly the kind of man that makes for a young girl’s fantasy Although I look pretty good for my age and there’s times I’d like to be That’s why her freckled face and emerald eyes Took me for a fool and by complete surprise Oh baby baby don’t you want me Don’t you need me more than him She said I thought about you for a long long time But I do love Jim So she had a husband but you couldn’t tell that that night She left me with a smile and feelin’ allright But the mornin’ came and I woke alone and my girl wondered where I’d been All I wanted at that point was to feel that way again Oh baby baby don’t you want me Don’t you need me more than him She said I’ll think about your for a long long time But I do love Jim Guilt lays heavy on a young girl’s mind When she’s searchin’ just to be searchin’ Not knowin’ what she’ll find She said she planned to move to Texas it was her last weekend in town She met me in a bar and then she took me down So I followed her to the river to do the things I could not do And I cried all the way home just because I had to Oh baby baby don’t you want me Don’t you need me more than him She said I’ll think about you often honey But I do love Jim © 2000 Donny Brazile
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BLACK HAWK HOTEL There’s a wooden Indian at the front door As somber as somber can be I could learn a lot from him Man I act so crazy And the red velvet walls And the smoke filled halls And a lot of people searchin’ just like me I’m in hell In my room at the Black Hawk Hotel I found a place to lay my hat That I finally could afford But I sleep with one eye open And the noise comes from right next door And the red velvet walls And the smoke filled halls And a lot of people lost just like me I’m in hell In my room at the Black Hawk Hotel Now the old polish lady at the Cypress Lounge Serves me my Bud ice cold And the young girls from the college in town Make me feel so old There’s a Greyhound leavin’ in the mornin’ Dry eyed and dry mouth I’ll be on Hope is a lot like water You never miss it ‘til it’s gone And the red velvet walls And the smoke filled halls And a lot of lonely souls just like me I’m in hell On the bus outside the Black Hawk Hotel Hope is a lot like water You never miss it ‘til it’s gone © 2000 Donny Brazile
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TIME MARCHES ON (LEAP YEAR) You ever heard of a has been Well I never was And why I haven’t been Well it’s just because But I still think about you Every now and then And I’d kinda like to someday See you again Then I think about the time gone by and how time marches on I held you in my arms Like a ghost from the past Ten years they pile on Oh so fast You were my princess And I was your king Funny how now that don’t mean a thing Then I think about the time gone by and all the time that’s yet to come Then I think about the time gone by and all the crazy things I done Then I think about the time gone by when I found out you were gone Then I think about when you were mine and how time marches on I can’t hold on I can’t let go How do I look in your eyes now Do they look like mine Come ‘round every four years Only to find Then I think about the time I lied and how I done you wrong About the time you were satisfied but not for long Then I think about last goodbye and how I held you in my arms Then I think about that first time you smiled and how time marches on © 2000 Donny Brazile
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Eat a Bug 02:00
EAT A BUG Well I’d walk through fire for you There’s not too much that I wouldn’t do Stand all night in the pourin’ rain Just to hear you mention my name I’d eat a bug I’d skin a cat I’d do anything But I can’t do that I’d do anything to show I care Brush my teeth I’d even comb my hair I’d put on my best socks and shoes And rock away your lovesick blues I’d dance a jig I’d eat my hat I’d do anything But I can’t do that You make me feel like I don’t belong You scream turn it down while I’m a-singin’ this song You keep your love under lock and key And that’s askin’ too much of me Well I’d swallow poison for you Make Socrates look like a god damn fool Burn my house down with rocket fuel Just to hear you say Everything’s cool I’d eat a bug—I’d skin a cat I’d do anything but I can’t do that I’d give blood—I’d smoke crack I’d do anything but I can’t do that You gave it up now you hold it back I’d do anything but I can’t do that © 2000 Donny Brazile
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Santa Fe 06:57
SANTA FE Why does she cry Herself to sleep at night When she’s got it all goin’ on And just can’t get it right Why does she do The way she always did That infinite sadness That she always hid Was it somethin’ I said was it somethin’ I did I didn’t mean to let you down Could I hold you and then make it all better somehow And the thing she needed the most I had to lie And still she cries herself to sleep And I think I know why My God give her wings and let her fly She could have money But she chose me She knows damn well true happiness ain’t for sale The best things in life are free She could have riches Beyond compare A condo in Cleveland or her own desert home But she’d miss me there She said so many things she did so many things too But she did not mean any of them well maybe a few And the thing I needed the most she had her pride And still she cries herself to sleep And I don’t pay no mind My God what have I done this time Mornin’ the sun rises She opens her puffy eyes Smiles at me tenderly and kisses me goodbye Now she’s movin’ away To Santa Fe And the letter she left on the dresser just says it’s better this way Was it somethin’ I said was it somethin’ I did Oh I really need her now To hold me and make it all better somehow And the thing we needed the most was compromise And I wonder if she cries herself to sleep at night And is there a new man by her side Now she’s moving away To Santa Fe And the letter she left on the dresser just says it’s better this way © 2002 Donny Brazile
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The Cure 04:17
THE CURE She told me of a man who needed his space I could see her sorrow in the smile on her face It’s a tired line I know But it’s true Any man who’d leave you baby Well he’s a fool She’s young and beautiful and smart She’s the cure for a broken heart I told her of troubles I had of my own How a woman can turn a young man’s heart to stone I could tell by the way she sighed She agreed And I thought yeah baby You’re exactly what I need You’re young and beautiful and smart You’re the cure for a broken heart I thought I’d find a remedy in a bottle at the bar I thought I’d find a remedy in a little red sports car I thought I’d find a remedy takin’ on a new point of view But the only cure I found so far is you I wondered if we stood a snowballs chance in Havana I imagine she’d just say no and it’s probably doesn’t matter But for one stolen moment When her eyes met mine She said I was a beautiful man And I’d be just fine She was young and beautiful and smart She was the cure for a broken heart © 2000 Donny Brazile
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SWEET JUANITA I heard she came from Okmulgee If it weren’t for her there’d be no me Now all I have is this photograph of Sweet sweet Juanita Sweet Juanita Then that boy from Muskogee Crossed the county line into Juanita’s arms Sweet sweet Juanita Sweet Juanita A sharecropper’s son she married him young two kids did what come naturally They had Floyd James and a boy that became my daddy Sweet sweet Juanita Sweet Juanita Then that oil company man moved ‘em to Mobile Alabam Along come Betty Jo and Barbara Ann Then she turned 29 she didn’t have much time They put her on a train back to Okmulgee They laid her in the ground and sang Amazing Grace Now all I have is this photograph of Sweet sweet Juanita Sweet Juanita © 2001 Donny Brazile

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released September 27, 2002

Donny Brazile (guitars, vocals)
John Baskerville (bass)
Philip Sterk (drums)
Rick Oltman (guitars)
John Thompson (John Thompson)
Dale Thomas (pedal steel)
Dan Hummel (percussion, Rubbermaid)
Wendy Jans (backing vocals)

Produced and engineered by Donny Brazile and Tom Tatman
Executive producer: Tom Connors

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