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E. Christina Herr & Wild Frontier: Music

Doggone Lonesome

(E. Christina Herr & Wild Frontier)
January 12, 2009

E. Christina Herr (c) All Rights Reserved

 

12.  Doggone Lonesome
I want to hold my guitar
Just like Johnny Cash
And sing about them lonesome blues
Stand and shake just like Elvis did
Sing a love song like it was the truth...
I wanna ride around in a pickup truck
Drinkin’ moonshine from an old fruit jar
And if I can find some woods 
near this here place 
I wanna  set ‘em all on fire
Chorus:
Pickup trucks don’t carry hay
Not in this here town
I ain’t seen a horse, of course not since 
they laid that blacktop down
I’ll meet you tonight out behind the barn
Bring along my dancing shoes
We’ll tear it up on a wooden floor
Hop, skip & jump ...Yeah, I heard the news!
Let’s go for a walk in the pale moonlight
Hear that whistle blow
Take a ride on that midnight train...
I feel so doggone lonesome...
Chorus:
I wanna ,wanna..  lotta lotta lovin’
I need a man to love!
I want to kiss him, squeeze him,
hold him real tight under the stars above
Put my red dress on... I don’t think it’s a sin?
And when I get done doing all that
I wanna do it  again...
Chorus:

Doggone Lonesome

I want to hold my guitar just like Johnny Cash
And sing about them lonesome blues
Stand and shake just like Elvis did
Sing a love song like it was the truth...
I wanna ride around in a pickup truck
Drinkin’ moonshine from an old fruit jar
And if I can find some woods around this here place 
I wanna  set ‘em all on fire...

I’ll meet you tonight out behind the barn
Bring along my dancing shoes
We’ll tear it up on a wooden floor
Hop, skip & jump ... Yeah, I heard the news!
Let’s go for a walk in the pale moonlight
Hear that whistle blow
Take a ride on that midnight train...  
I feel so doggone lonesome...

Chorus:
Pickup trucks don’t carry hay
Not in this here town
I ain’t seen a horse, of course, not since they laid that blacktop down

I wanna ,wanna..  lotta lotta lovin’
I need a man to love!
I want to kiss him, squeeze him, hold him real tight
Under the stars above
Put my red dress on... I hope it’s not a sin?
And when I get done doing all that, I wanna do it  again...

Chorus:

Put my red dress on... I know it ain't  a sin?
And when I get done doing all that
I wanna do it  again... 
Over and over and over and over 
I wanna do it  again! 

All Rights Reserved (c) Words & Music by E. Christina Herr (BMI)