AFTER YOU'RE GONE

Written by: Byron Hill / Tony Hiller)

I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT IT
TOO MANY TIMES
WHAT I WOULD DO
IF YOU SAID GOODBYE
I MIGHT BE CRAZY
FOR WORRYIN' TOO MUCH
BUT THAT'S WHAT HAPPENS
WHEN YOU'RE IN LOVE

AFTER YOU'RE GONE
THERE'LL BE MORE ROOM AROUND HERE
MORE ROOM FOR WALKIN'
WALKIN' THE FLOOR
AFTER YOU'RE GONE
I'LL HAVE MORE TIME ON MY HANDS
MORE TIME FOR BREAKIN'
MY HEART OVER YOU

I KNOW WHEN I HOLD YOU
YOUR LOVE'S HERE TO STAY
AND WE'LL BE TOGETHER
FOREVER THIS WAY
BUT THIS BURNIN' FEELIN'
GETS INSIDE A MAN
AFRAID THAT A GOOD THING
WILL SLIP FROM HIS HANDS

AFTER YOU'RE GONE
THERE'LL BE MORE ROOM AROUND HERE
MORE ROOM FOR WALKIN'
WALKIN' THE FLOOR
AFTER YOU'RE GONE
I'LL HAVE MORE TIME ON MY HANDS
MORE TIME FOR BREAKIN'
MY HEART OVER YOU

Kawliga

Written by: Hank Williams and Fred Rose

Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk.
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign,
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.

CHORUS:
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss.
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed.
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.

Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere.
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid,
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed.
Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be,
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.

CHORUS:
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss.
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed.
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.

Hitch Hiking Buddha

Written by: Shane Chisholm

Rolled up the rim on a large double/double
Pulled out of Brooks in my old grand am
Rain on the road started giving me some trouble
In Medicine Hat there was a traffic jam
About an hour later when my wheels started turning
The road rage settled and the weather was fair
I saw something funny on the west bound shoulder
It was a bright orange buddist with his thumb in the air

Nobody's picking up hitch hiking buddha
No one cares if he's dead or alive
Nobody's picking up hitch hiking buddha
Cause you can't be enlightened when you're trying to drive

Four days later said bye to Regina
Passed the yellow house on pinky road
Tuned in to Abbey on the Moose Jaw station
Stopped in Swift Current for some pie a la mode
My eyes lit up at the Alberta border
Three more hours if I never stop
Looked up ahead through the crack in my window
It was hitch hiking buddha standing in the same spot

Nobody's picking up hitch hiking buddha
No one cares if he's dead or alive
Nobody's picking up hitch hiking buddha
Cause you can't be enlightened when you're trying to drive

He looked in to my eyes
I felt kind a sorry for him
But too our surprise
It's really hard to stop at a hundred and ten

I never picked up hitch hiking buddha
Now my heart is bleeding inside
But I don't pick up strangers stranger than a stranger
Plus you can't be enlightened when you're trying to drive
You can't be enlightened when you're trying to drive

Taking out the trash

Written by: Shane Chisholm

Just north of Carmangay in a little prairie town
At Stone Creek trailer park lived the meanest man around
He'd shoot his pistol through the window three sheets to the wind
I couldn't help but hear it cause I was living next to him

His wife was fair and pretty but she never said a word
And he often told his wife and dog "You're better seen than heard"
One day I bumped in to him with a barking burlap sack
I said "Where you going?" he said "Taking out the trash"

On a dark and stormy Monday I smelled the violence in the air
I overheard him shouting bout an alleged affair
Like an eager worked up reader I was anxious for the plot
But my meddling would be halted with the ringing of a shot

I thought this can't be happening now this is too far gone
I ran over to his trailer to see what was going on
He met me in the driveway with a bigger burlap sack
I cried "What the hell you doing?" he said "Taking out the trash"

I tried to call the police but the phone lines were down
A twister took them out from the north end of town
I never seen it coming, I had no time to react
It brushed right by my front porch leaving everything intact

It aimed toward the trailer of the meanest man around
It sent him up to Jesus then it spit him to the ground
What ever was remaining was scattered round like ash
That twister wasn't playing it was taking out the trash

Kickin' up Dust

Written by: Shane Chisholm/Ron McNeill

Verse 1)
Breaking my back I've been biding my time for the weekend
Far from the man I can't stand who's been pushing my mind off the deep end
Prechorus 1)
I'm punching the clock now I know what to do
This Country Boy's gonna get dirty with you

Chorus)
Kickin that Dust up and tear up the town
We'll dance away these workin' man blues
Keepin' that dust up, never let it down
If you're feelin' Haggard we can take a breath or two
I can go hard till the dawn as long as I'm here
Kickin' up Dust with you

V2)
Talk and Text all week long spend it all on my palm held companion
Some needed one on one time we can release some built up aggravation
That red dress and Cowboy boots girl you look fine
I'll undress you with my dirty little mind

Chorus)
When we're kickin that Dust up and tearing up the town
We'll dance away these workin' man blues
Keepin' that dust up, never let it down
If you're feelin' Haggard we can take a breath or two
I can go hard till the dawn as long as I'm here
Kickin' up Dust with you

Solo)

I'm back to my post now but we can contend
That night what were gonna get dirty again

Chorus)
Kickin that Dust up and tearing up the town
We'll dance away these workin' man blues
Keepin' that dust up, never let it down
If you're feelin' Haggard we can take a breath or two
I can go hard till the dawn as long as I'm here
Kickin' up Dust with you

What's Love?

Written by: Shane Chisholm, Willie Mack

What's Love?

By Shane Chisholm/ Willie Mack…April 2008

What's love got to do with the clock on the wall, the song on the jukebox that means nothing at all?
A beer at the bar with the Brier on TV…What does love got to do with me?

What's love got to do with those red, high heels that walked you in the room and I swear those are real
Nice jeans you are wearing…a perky faded blue…What does love got to do with you?

Why do they say love is blind…if that's true…How did I take one look at you and fall in love at first sight
If loves all you need then it's your luck day…If you don't believe me baby love will find a way

What's love got to do with Roid Boy's nervous tick…Bigger than Hulk Hogan with his little swizzle stick?
He's coming on to you he should go back to the gym….What does love got to do with him?

Why do they say love is blind…if that's true…How did I take one look at you and fall in love at first sight
If loves all you need then it's your luck day….Wait one minute…Where you going now don't just walk away

What's love go to do with that blond who just said hi…She holding hands with you and she's giving me the eye
It seems our night of romance has taken quite a turn…What does love got to do with her? And what does love got to do with you

Living out our Name

Written by: Shane Chisholm

Well I ain't all light and fluffy I just a little heavy on the inside
There were nights I couldn't stand to close my eyes and drift off to the dark side
I never really got it and it took me thirty-six long years to say
There's so many things I'd love to tell my daddy if he was standing here today

Now I know what you were feeling
When you lost me in that Kmart store and found me in aisle three
When I tried to climb the monkey bars and fell and scraped my knee
When I made you that cardboard tie that you wore to work that day
When I cut the strings on your guitar when I first ran away
Like a candle to a candle it's the only way we carry on our flame
Sometimes I feel we're all the same descendant just living out our name

Just got our second mortgage and there only twenty-five more years to pay
And our youngest boy is two years old and Loretta sang to me "One's on the way"
When I'm cold and isolated I'm dreaming of the man that I could be
As I look in to the mirror I can see him and he softly speaks to me

Son I knew what you were feeling
When you were looking deep in an empty glass just wanting to believe
When you left for work and the kids were begging "Daddy please don't leave"
When you sat through hours of the Christmas play just to hear them sing
When they opened up your bedroom door while you were wrestling
Like a candle to a candle it's the only way we carry on our flame
Sometimes I feel we're all the same descendant just living out our name

Well I may be light and fluffy.....I'm just a little heavy on the inside

Songs about love

Written by: Shane Chisholm

Songs about Love


(Verse 1)
Well we're rushin' and we're fussin' tryin' to get out of the door
As our neighbors reassure us they'll be feeding Spot and Morris
After hitching up the Trailer I can finally say this posse's moving on

Little Peter, Paul and Mary screaming I don't wanna go
And Mamma's right beside me yelling "Keep it on the road"
So I turn off the radio and lead them in a family sing-along

(Chorus)
Singing songs about bad jokes…….Singing songs about slow pokes
Singing bout the special kind of folks looking down from above
Singing songs that are Old School………Cars are passin' laughin' at the fools
Singing bout the funny things you do……And songs about love

(Solo 1)

(Verse 2)
We got to Hiawatha in three hours and 2 minutes
All my cousins and my brothers greet me with a silver bullet
All the kids are going swimming while the women put their lunches up for bid

We done horse shoes, softball and the three legged race
All the barbecue and baking was still sticking to my face
As we sat around the fire and started sing all the songs since we were kids

(Chorus 2)
Singing songs about Honahlee……….With a banjo sitting on my knee
Singing bout the goofy things you see in the moon up above
Singing songs from Roger Miller……Singing by that muddy river
Singing words we remember…………And songs about love

SOLO…..Now play it Uncle Charlie… (Fiddle thing)

(Chorus 3)
Singing songs about old flames……….Singing songs about freight trains
Singing in the pouring rain to the heavens above
Singing songs about that Highway……Belting out "I did it my way"
Singing till we see the light of day……With songs about love

Every Rose Has Its Thorn

Written by: Poisen

We both lie silently still….In the dead of the night
Although we both lie close together….We feel miles apart inside
Was it something I said or something I did….Did my words not come out right
Though I tried not to hurt you…Though I tried
But I guess that’s why they say

Chorus:
Every rose has its thorn…Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

I listen to our favorite song….Playing on the radio
Hear the dj say loves a game of easy come and….Easy go
But I wonder does he know…..Has he ever felt like this
And I know that you’d be here right now
If I could have let you know somehow…I guess

Chorus
Every rose has its thorn…Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

Though its been a while now…I can still feel so much pain
Like a knife that cuts you the wound heals
But the scar, that scar remains
Solo
I know I could have saved a love that night….If Id known what to say
Instead of makin’ love….We both made our separate ways

I hear you found somebody new
And that I never meant that much to you
To hear that tears me up inside
And to see you cuts me like a knife
I guess

Chorus
Every rose has its thorn…Just like every night has its dawn
Just like every cowboy sings his sad, sad song
Every rose has its thorn

All Hell for a basement

Written by: G. Johnson, P.Ballantyne

I'm a workin' man
But I ain't worked for a while
Like some old tin can
From the bottom of the pile


I have lost my way
But I hear tell
About a heaven in Alberta
Where they've got all hell for a basement

My words are like a rope
That's wrapped around my throat
Wash my mouth with soap
For words unfit to quote

I have lost my way
But I hear tell
About a heaven in Alberta
Where they've got all hell for a basement
I have lost my way
But I hear tell
About a heaven in Alberta
Where they've got all hell for a basement

And now I'm free to go
But time cannot remove
The only life I know
Now only time will prove
Yes, only time will prove

If I have lost my way
Cause I hear tell
About a heaven in Alberta
Where they've got all hell for a basement

Yeah, I have lost my way
But I hear tell
About a heaven in Alberta
Where they've got all hell for a basement