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Track Listing

	1.	L.A. Freeway (5:19)	9.	South Coast of Texas (4:10)
	2.	Texas 1947 (4:07)	10.	That Old Time Feeling (4:13)
	3.	Like a Coat from the Cold (3:14)	11.	A Little of Both (4:06)
	4.	Heartbroke (3:32)	12.	Out in the Parking Lot (5:12)
	5.	The Last Gunfighter Ballad (3:22)	13.	Let Him Roll (4:51)
	6.	Better Days (2:50)	14.	Texas Cookin’ (5:26)
	7.	Homegrown Tomatoes (4:28)	15.	Desperados Waiting For A Train (5:51)
	8.	She Ain’t Goin’ Nowhere (3:55)

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A Little of Both
Guy Clark and Verlon Thompson

I like drinking whiskey
I like being straight
I like a voodoo spinners
And I like live bait

I like a hundred miles an hour
I like Sunday driving too
I like being alone with me
I like being alone with you

Chorus
Give me a bowl of chili
Give me milk and toast
As long as you’re dishing it out Lord
I’ll take a little of both

I could do with someone
But I could do without
Sometimes you feel like dancing
Sometimes like sitting it out

I like staying at home
And I like going to town

(in actual song it’s: "And I can’t help going to town")

As long as I got a choice
I can’t turn nothing down

Chorus
(Spoken) Put a little gravy on everything for me

Solo

Somtimes I like to fly
Sometimes I have to crawl,
Sometimes I’m cool as ice
Sometimes I’m climbin’ the wall

Sometimes it’s just the money
Sometimes it’s just a game
Six of one and half-a-dozen
Of another is all the same

Chorus Twice

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Out In The Parking Lot
Guy Clark and Darrell Scott
Sittin’ on the fender of someone else’s truck
Drinking Old Crow whisky, hot 7-up
Out in the parking lot

You can hear the band a playin right through the wall
Ain’t no cover charge, there ain’t no last call
Out in the parking lot

Now there’s a couple of cowpokes puttin’ up there dukes
Wasn’t much to it after both of ‘em puked
Out in the parking lot

Now someone called the police and the police finally came
And they wrote ‘em a couple of tickets and they took a couple of names
Out in the parking lot

Chorus
I love to see the neon dancin’ on the gravel
I love to hear the pickup trucks come unraveled
Some have given up, some have given in
Looks like everybody’s looking for a friend
Out in the parking lot

Oops there’s a couple who could not wait to get home
They’re probably in love so let’s leave them alone
Out in the parking lot

The band is on the bus, they’re all loaded up to leave
But the drummer’s got a girlfriend and she’s tuggin at his sleeve
Out in the parking lot

Chorus

Everybody’s gone, they’ve shut out all the lights
The dust begins to settle and it’s never been so quiet
Out in the parking lot

. . .“antithesis of the ‘Boot Scootin Boogie’. Right up my alley.”