CUBAN SUGAR
by Brent Burns
Chorus 1 Cuban Sugar…oh so sweet
Brown and tan…such a treat
This contraband…is hard to beat
Cuban Sugar…so good to eat
Verse1 She was waiting tables at a
beach bar
Knew she was too young. I wouldn’t get far
Then she gave me that glance, knew I had a chance
Before the night was over, we did more than dance
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Verse 2 Her papa was a farmer back in
Cuba
He raise cane before the revolution
In the Florida Keys, he grew a family
Results of that labor is right in front of me.
REPEAT CHORUS/REPEAT CHORUS INSTRUMENTALLY
Bridge Cuban Sugar is nice
Once you’ve had, you’ll want it twice
REPEAT CHORUS
THE
LESS I DO (The More I Like It)
by Bill Whyte/Brent Burns
Verse
1 I used to love that money
And worked hard every day
Three car garage, a boat
Too many bills to pay
So when the bank called
I let 'em have it all
And the boat and the cars and the house and the stress went away
CHORUS
The less I do
The more I like it
I got a laid back streak
That I ain’t fightin’
You can chase that dollar
But I ain’t buyin'
Cause the less I do
The more I like it
Verse
2 I’m tending bar on weekends
Full time I’m having fun
I own a whole bunch a nothing
But nothing worries me none
I got a lot less stuff
But more than enough
As of yet, no regret, sun set the party’s just begun
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Bridge
Maybe some day I’ll want it all again
Maybe not but until then
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Fried Chicken Honeymoon
by Anne Reeves, Brent Burns and Jim Allison
Verse 1
We headed south for our wedding cruise
Six days of sun sailing out on the blue
Halfway there that old car broke down
At closing time in a one horse town
Found a roadside inn with a vacancy
Across the street from a KFC
Chorus
It was a Fried Chicken Honeymoon
Crummy little 40 dollar motel room
No champagne or heart-shaped tub
Just a leaky shower and a six pack of Bud
Got it extra spicy some honey on the bun
A finger-lickin' bucket full of fun
Just short of Vegas or a Carnival Cruise
It was a Fried Chicken Honeymoon
Verse 2
No phone, no pool, no pets allowed
The couple next door was doing somethin' loud
Late night wrestling with the TV on
You had a hold on me till the break of dawn
Leftover crumbs in our Magic Fingers bed
We made it a night we'd never forget
Bridge
Anniversaries come and we don't paint the town
Just pick up a bucket and pretended we're back down
Chorus
At our Fried Chicken Honeymoon
A cute little 40 dollar motel room
No champagne or heart shaped tub
Just a leaky shower and a six pack of Bud
We still like it spicy, more honey on the bun
Just short of Vegas or a Carnival Cruise
It was a Fried Chicken Honeymoon
CAN’T GET AWAY FROM ME
by Larry Butler and Brent Burns
Chorus Sittin’ on the edge of the dock, with feet in the water
Watchin’ the sunrise, drinkin’ more beer than I oughta.
I came to the islands to set my conscience free.
But so far it’s not workin’. Can’t get away from me.
Verse 1 Lady with brown eyes held me close last night.
Reminded me of someone I did every way but right.
Of anything I’ve ever done, or would like to do
I would ease, all, the pain I put her through
Channel What makes a man throw away
What he’s got in the palm of his hand?
How could I have been so wrong…..
I will never understand.
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MAN CARD
by Bill Whyte/Brent Burns
Verse
1 My buddy Bob skipped poker with the guys
Said he had to stay home and do the cooking tonight
I took his man card. Turn in your man card.
There’s nothing wrong with cooking I guess
But if you’re the woman cleaning up the mess
Give me your man card. Turn in your man card.
Chorus
I heard last week Bill went to the mall
Watched the wife buy shoes I’m appalled
Shopping with your wife can be okay
But if you’re missing wrasslin’ or a NASCAR race
You need a leotard. Not a man card
Verse
2 If you watch Oprah not ESPN
You might as well go ahead mail it in
Your man card. Mail in your man card
If you’re doing pilates and yoga with your friends
If you’re going to a spa and not a gym
Send in your man card. Turn in your man card.
Chorus
If you trade in your jacked up diesel Dodge Ram
For a Mini Cooper or a mini-van
If you order your steak with pink Zinfandel
Lift your flag up and slip it in the mail
Your man card. Turn in your man card.
(Break)
Bridge
It can happen like that to any guy
Let me tell you how I lost mine.
I said, "Miss Bartender bring me a drink
Something stiff" and I gave her a wink
It was plain to see. She wanted me.
She heard me humming Barry Manilow
She brought me a drink with an umbrello
“I’ll need your credit card and your man card.”
Tag
So if you want your man card back
Boys your gonna have to change your act.
Stop shaving body hair. Grow a pair!
You gotta stay on guard. Protect your man card.
BETTER LIVE IT UP BEFORE
THEY PUT YOU DOWN
by Bill Whyte/Brent Burns
Verse I took a ride with my Daddy in his old rag top
Same
old ride we used to take a lot
I
thought the years had put a beating on both of them
Must of read
my mind cause he said with a grin
"Son, this
car's more than and old man's toy.
Stories I
could tell ya if you weren’t my boy.
Someday soon
she’ll belong to you.
Remember
everything good ain’t new."
Channel He said life can be a real short run
Keep her cover off and have a little fun
Chorus And find you a job that you don’t hate
Get good with the Lord fore it’s too late
Find someone you love that you can’t love without
Better live it up before they put you down
Verse There was an old gravel lot that he pulled into
Run
down shack that said Bar B Que
He said
your Mom and I used to love this place
Jukebox
danced the night away
He
dropped quarter in the slot and it started to play
"Live
Like You Were Dying" and I heard him say
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Verse It’s been a few years since when we took that ride
Daddy
was right. The car still drives
They
carved it into stone when they laid him in the ground
"Better
live it up before they put you down."
REPEAT CHORUS
Tag I hope you live it up
Before they put you down
LIVIN'
IN PARADISE, WORKIN' IN HELL
by Sharon Kendall /Brent Burns/Lisa Shaffer/Bill Whyte
CHORUS
Livin' in paradise, workin' in hell.
Getting paid in sunshine and pretty seashells.
Got no time for the beach, no time to sail
When you’re living in paradise working in hell.
Verse
Thought I’d run from my troubles.
Go down to the coast and escape.
Thought there’d be oceans of rum, and plenty fun everyday.
When the money ran out, the party stopped.
I’m selling cheap sunglasses, beer and flip flops.
They’re headed for the sand
Where I won’t be.
I’m stocking sunscreen
On aisle number three.
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Verse
I wanna sit on that pier not too from here and watch a sunset.
I got fishing line, but I ain’t got time to get my pole wet.
Wanna hang in a hammock, and swing in the breeze
Between the sand and the sun and two palm trees.
When the fish start to bite
And the sun starts to sink
I’ll be swinging a broom
On aisle number three
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Bridge
It’s not as good as I’d hoped,
But it’s not as bad as it seems.
'Til my ship comes in
I’ll be on aisle number three.
THE EDGE OF LOVE
by Brent Burns and Jim Allison
CHORUS I’m on the edge
of love again.
Should I turn away or fall on in?
I know your heart is waiting.
Am I still hesitating?
I’m on the edge of love again.
Verse
Here we are at love’s door.
It’s somewhere we’ve both been before.
Don’t want to lose what we’ve found.
Time for me to look ahead. Stop lookin’ down.
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Verse
Been down this road a time or two.
I’ve had my heart broke. I’ve broke a few.
You’re ready to walk through that gate.
With me, it’s gonna take a big leap of faith.
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Tag
I know your heart is waiting.
Am I still hesitating?
I’m on the edge of love again. Again.
COASTAL/ POSTAL
by Brent Burns
Verse Happiness is worth a lot more
than all the money.
My future looks good, but today feels pretty darn crummy.
I keep hoarding those nickels. Someday I’ll live at the
beach.
Between then and now, I need some sanity.
CHORUS I’m not going postal. I’m going coastal.
Instead of crackin’ up, goin’ half nuts
I’m heading South. I’ve had enough
Of the big city grind. It screws me up. I’m losin’ my mind.
But I’m not goin’ postal. I’m goin’ coastal.
Verse If it wasn’t for music memories, I couldn’t hack it.
I’d need a 42 long, custom, fit, straight jacket.
I may be dreamin’ of big shrimp, sippin’ a good red wine,
But don’t make me mad. I could snap any time!
Bridge It helps me to have a bag packed with shorts and a few
flowered shirts.
Some days it keeps me from flippin’ out and goin’ totally beserk!
(SCREAM)
Tag If I
don’t get coastal, I might go postal.
I could go bananas or postal, but I’m goin’ coastal.
LET IT GO
by Jim Allison and Brent Burns
VERSE
So you let your little heart get broke. That’s a shame.
The one you had to pick went bad so who’s to blame?
Do you want a piece of what’s not meant to be?
Up ahead’s a better place you can’t see.
It’s just down the road, but you gotta let it go.
CHORUS Get a
grip. Let it go.
‘Cause you’re wearin’ out your friends, don’t ya know.
Step back. Take a break.
That broken heart ain’t gonna cause your death.
So let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go.
VERSE
Well it’s high past time to dump all that mental trash.
Well enough is enough. Move on. Put the pain in your past.
Don’t ya think it’s time to cut that rope?
There’s no need to stay aboard a sinkin’ boat.
Give you heart a big heave ho. Let it go.
CHORUS Get a
grip. Let it go.
That same old soap opera’s gettin’ old.
Different act. Same play.
Get down from your little pity part
Let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go.
VERSE
So another pity party’s end
You’ll be the only one who’s gonna attend
So let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go.
Get a grip. Grow up. Move on. Let it go.
DRILL, DRILL, DRILL
by Brent Burns
Chorus 1 If you
drill, drill, drill, don’t spill, spill, spill
Look what you’ve done to the place I live
Don’t wanna hear your excuses. We’re the one who loses.
If you drill, drill, drill, clean up your spill.
Verse 1 It’s brown
and bleak, my bayou and beach
Get your butts down here and clean up your mess
If you couldn’t tell… we’re mad as hell
Make it right…we won’t settle for less
Chorus 2 If you
drill, baby, drill, don’t spill, spill, spill
Look what you’ve done to the place we love.
Stop givin’ me excuses. We’re the one who loses.
If you drill, drill, drill clean up your spill
Verse 2 I’m sorry’s
not enough. You gotta mop it up.
Stop tap dancing all around the truth.
You tried to save a buck, now we got all this muck.
Keep cleaning til it looks brand new
Repeat Chorus 2
Verse 3 Went to the
beach today, where I used to play
A beautiful spot, your greed has ruined.
If justice prevails, you’re gonna go to jail.
I hope your mama knows what you’re doin’.
Repeat Chorus
Tag Don’t ask
me to chill
Til you clean up your spill!