Born to break or to last Is it all in the past? Is that a scar or a birth mark Retracing this cold heart And now I'm all out of thread I don't want to die here Keep chasing echoes in my mind Babe, it's a fine line, and I am so far over it And I know it Beneath it all it's still broken Cut me out, cut it open I can't do it anymore I can't do it I don't pay any mind To the dew upon the vine Does that mean that it's not there If I can't see it at all? Though the morning light will burn away All the thought the night creates There'll still be a trace of our love left behind In the dew upon the vine Where we go or to hide Your only words were all lies Confided in your own mind Caught in the cold lie Thought you were better, man I thought you were better, man A slipped step on the tightrope Freaked out by a false hope That things could be all right No, they're not all right I don't pay any mind To the dew upon the vine Does that mean that it's not there If I can't see it at all Though the morning light will burn away All the thought the night creates There'll still be a trace of our love left behind In the dew upon the vine I can't tame my heart It's like lightning trying to put out a spark I can't tame my heart You're like lightning trying to put out a spark I never paid any mind To the dew upon the vine Does that mean that it's not there If I can't see it at all? Though the morning light will burn away All the thought the night creates There'll still be a trace of our love left behind Will the driving rain wash away all the frightened parts I could not take There'll still be a trace of our love left behind In the dew upon the vine

Life goes on when the lights go out All things up gotta come back down I'll end up strange if I don't go crazy first Life goes on when the lights go down, uh, uh I need more than just dreams To take me out of this feelin' Need more than just tears To fill this glass back to half And I'm sore from tattoos I shoulda known wouldn't heal me And I'm findin' some peace In startin' wars with myself Life goes on Life goes on No free will without the choice How you gonna scream without the voice? I can't think around the noise It gets hard to avoid It all gets harder to avoid No free will without the choice How you gonna scream without the voice? I can't think around the noise Life goes on when the lights go out All things up gotta come back down I'll end up strange if I don't go crazy first But life goes on when the lights go out, uh, uh I need more than just dreams To take me out of this feeling Need more than just tears To fill this glass back to half And I'm sore from tattoos I shoulda known wouldn't heal me And I'm finding some peace In starting wars with myself Life goes on Life goes on, yeah No free will without the choice How you gonna scream without the voice? I can't think around the noise It gets hard to avoid It all gets harder to avoid No free will without the choice How you gonna scream without the voice? I can't think around the noise Meet me after midnight Crawl up on the rooftop Candles burning up like stars in every sky Keep me in your thoughts like Words we try to live by Verbalizing something hardest to describe No free will without the choice How you gonna scream without the voice? I can't think around the noise It gets hard to avoid It all gets harder to avoid No free will without the choice How you gonna scream without the voice? I can't think around the noise Life goes on Life goes on

O lucky man Make this scene, make a fist Take us by hand Lead us from our boomtown ways O lucky man Small town boys are nowhere going You'll find his plan Pull the blackjack lucky man And with a knowing tone The famous streams unfold You'll make them eat the words they never knew they spoke O lucky man O-- lucky man O lucky man O-- lucky man O lucky man Cut our manners down to size Hello hightide All you had to do was sign O lucky man All those people you can't stand Got your revenge In your palm of lucky man And with a knowing tone The famous streams unfold You'll make them eat the words They never knew they spoke O lucky man O-- lucky man O lucky man O-- lucky man Repeat

(Mel Tillis) I hope that the friend You've thrown yourself with He gets drunk and loses his job And every road that you travel on Is dusty, rocky and hard I couldn't make you love me You only made me blue So all in all, if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. --- Instrumental --- Well, I hope that the train From Caribou Maine Runs over your new love affair You walk the floor From door to door And pull out your peroxide hair. You never was my woman 'Cause you were never true So all in all if the curtain should fall Lord, I hope that it falls on you. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweet, sweet, sweet mental revenge. I will have sweetm sweet, sweet mental revenge...

(Bill Martin - Phil Coulter) Sunday morning in the valley We would gather for the service Emmily Jane would run to meet me She'd smile at papa kinda nervous. All the people came from miles around I can still hear the sound. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die. Thanks to the Lord For the crops and for the farm For the satrenght in my right arm And for keepin' us from harm. Thanks, thanks, thanks, thanks Thanks to the Lord for a girl like Emmily Jane. --- Instrumental --- Came the day that we were married All our folks from the congregation Emmily Jane was like an angel The sweetest thing in all creation. Papa hugged me and my mama cried Everybody smiled with pride. As they sang thanks to the Lord For the sun up in the sky For the corn that's growing high And for the child that didn't die.

(Harlan Howard) I only meant to love you don't you know it babe Why couldn't you be contented with the love I gave I've given you my heart and now you want my mind Your love scares me to death girl it's the chokin' kind. You can kill a man with bullets poison or a knife But it hurts him more to take his pride and run his life Whatever it is you want girl I hope you find But that hat don't fit my head it's the chokin' kind. When you fall in love again girl take a tip from me If you don't like the peaches walk on by the tree Find what you want and keep it treat it sweet and kind But let it breathe don't make your love the chokin' kind...

I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told I have squandered my resistance For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises All lies and jests still a man hears What he wants to hear and disregards the rest. When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy in the company of strangers In the quiet of the railway station running scared Laying low seeking out the poorer quarters Where the ragged people go Looking for the places only they would know. --- Instrumental --- Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job but I get no offers Just a come on from the whores on Seventh Avenue I do declare there were some times when I was so lonesome And I took some comfort there. --- Instrumental --- In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame I am leaving, I am leaving but the fighter still remains...

(Roger Murrah, Jim McBride)