Here In The Real World (1990)

  • 1

    Ace Of Hearts

    (Lonnie Wilson, Ron Moore, Carson Chamberlain)

    Loves a gamble every heart will take
    You roll the dice in hopes that it wont break
    One night I bet on your blue eyes and took a chance
    And won a whole lot more than one night of romance

    I won the ace of hearts, that night in the dark
    How lucky can one man be
    I hold the winning hand any way life deals the cards
    No way to lose, cause Iíve got you my ace of hearts

    Loves a numbered wheel you have to spin
    Thereís no need for me to spin again
    Cause loving you is paying off more than I knew
    I took a little risk and hit it big with you

    Chorus

    © Zomba Enterprises, Inc. (ASCAP)/Gehl Music, Inc. (ASCAP)/Just Cute Music (BMI)
  • 2

    Here In The Real World

    (Alan Jackson, Mark Irwin)

    Cowboys donít cry, and heroes donít die
    Good always wins, again and again
    Love is a sweet dream that always comes true
    Oh, if life were like the movies, Id never be blue

    Chorus
    But here in the real world
    Its not that easy at all
    cause when hearts get broken
    Its real tears that fall
    And darliní its sad but true
    But the one thing Iíve learned from you
    Is how the boy donít always get the girl
    Here in the real world

    I gave you my love, but that wasnít enough
    To hold your heart when times got rough
    And tonight on that silver screen
    Itíll end like it should
    Two lovers will make it through
    Like I hoped we would
    Repeat

    Repeat chorus
    No, the boy donít always get the girl
    Here in the real world

    © 1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Ten Ten Tunes (ASCAP)
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    Blue Blooded Woman

    (Alan Jackson, Keith Stegall, Roger Murrah)

    She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
    We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
    Donít see eye to eye but were hand in hand
    A blue blooded woman and a red neck man

    The lady I love loves silk and satin
    She was raised uptown with a silver spoon
    Well, I was born on a farm just south of Jackson
    We had an old Ford tractor and a country moon

    She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
    We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
    Donít see eye to eye but were hand in hand
    A blue blooded woman and a redneck man

    Sheís Saks Fifth Avenue perfection
    Caviar and dignified
    Well, I live my life in Wal-mart fashion
    And I like my sushi southern fried

    She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
    We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
    Donít see eye to eye but were hand in hand
    A blue blooded woman and a redneck man

    She loves a violin, I love a fiddle
    We go separate ways but we meet in the middle
    Donít see eye to eye but were hand in hand
    A blue blooded woman and a redneck man

    Sheís a blue blooded woman, Iím a red neck man.

    © 1989 Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Tom Collings Music Corp. (BMI) / Tom Collins Music Corp. and Murrah Music (BMI)
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    Wanted

    (Alan Jackson, Charlie Craig)

    Excuse me, maíam, can you help me
    I need to place an ad with you today
    No maíam, tomorrow may be too late
    Id like to have it started right away

    Whatís that, no this is personal
    Iím not buying or selling anything
    Yes maíam, I know just what to say
    I wrote it down, this is how it should read

    Wanted one good-hearted woman
    To forgive imperfection in the man that she loved
    Wanted just one chance to tell her
    How much he stills loves her
    He canít be sorry enough

    Whatís that, no thatís all I want to say
    I just hope these few lines will get to her
    Yes maíam, she means everything
    And I hope she comes back when she reads these words

    Chorus

    Wanted

    © Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Blackwood Music, Inc. (BMI)
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    Chasin' That Neon Rainbow

    (Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)

    Daddy won a radio
    Tuned it to a country show
    I was rockiní in the cradle
    To the cryiní of a steel guitar
    Mama used to sing to me
    Taught me that sweet harmony
    Now she worries Ďcause she never thought
    Iíd ever really take it this far

    Singiní in the bars
    Chasiní that neon rainbow
    Liviní that honky tonk dream
    All Iíve ever wanted
    Is too pick this guitar and sing
    Just trying to be somebody
    Just wanna be heard and seen
    Chasiní that neon rainbow
    Liviní that honky tonk dream

    An atlas and a coffee cup
    Five pickers in an old Dodge truck
    Heading down to Houston for a show on Saturday night
    This overhead is killiní me
    Half the time I sing for free
    But when the crowdís into it
    Lord it makes this thing Iím doing seem right
    Standiní in the spotlight

    Chorus

    Daddyís got a radio
    He won it thirty years ago
    He said ďSon I just now weíre gonna hear you singiní on it somedayĒ
    I made it up to Music Row
    But Lordy donít the wheels turn slow
    Still I wouldnít trade a minute
    And I wouldnít have it any other way
    Just show me to the stage
    Chorus
    © Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / SBK April Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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    She Don't Get The Blues

    (Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)

    Well she puts her dancing shoes on every night
    And comes alive there in the smoke beneath the neon lights
    And she donít like those hurtiní songs
    Cause sheís already lived Ďem
    She donít get the blues, she gives Ďem

    She checks her broken heart there at the door
    She ainít looking for romance, sheís danced that dance before
    Well I pity the next poor fool that gets caught up in her rhythm
    Cause she donít get the blues, she gives Ďem

    Sheís been on the losing end of love too many times
    And she ainít gonna go for anything youíve got in mind
    So before you start let me impart
    These few words of wisdom
    She donít get the blues, she gives Ďem

    Chorus

    She donít get the blues, she gives Ďem

    © Mattie Ruth Musick Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / SBK April Music Inc. (ASCAP)
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    I'd Love You All Over Again

    (Alan Jackson)

    Has it been ten years
    Since we said ďI doĒ
    Iíve always heard marriage made one seem like two
    But youíre looking better than you did back then
    You still make this old heart give in

    And if I had it to do all over
    Iíd do it all over again
    If tomorrow I found one more chance to begin
    Iíd love you all over again

    The preacher man said ďTil death do us partĒ
    That seemed like forever to a young manís heart
    Now the days seem much shorter
    The longer we love
    And the memories just keep adding up

    Chorus

    If tomorrow I found one more chance to begin
    Iíd love you all over again

    © Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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    Dog River Blues

    (Alan Jackson)

    Well I first kissed you on a hollow log
    Down by the river they call the dog
    We fell in love and we vowed that day
    Like the flow of the river our love wonít change
    Well we married that spring and we built a house
    On the bank of the river where the rock juts out
    Now the riverís still here but youíre long gone
    You left me and the river here all alone

    I got the Dog River blues
    Iíve walked holes in both my shoes
    Now I still got the river but I ainít got you
    I got the Dog River blues

    Well the rain came down and the river rose up
    Filled up the cab on my pickup truck
    It came in the house and down the hall
    And washed your picture right off the wall

    Chorus

    Well my heart still yearns and the river still rolls
    And I pray someday itíll bring you home
    So if you change your mind honey Iíll be here
    Waiting on the banks of that olí Dog River

    Chorus

    © Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Sons Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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    Home

    (Alan Jackson)

    In a small town down in Georgia over forty years ago
    Her maiden name was musick when she met that jackson boy
    They married young like folks did then, not a penny to their name
    But they believed the one you vowed to love
    Should always stay that same

    On the land his daddy gave them a foundation under way
    For a love to last forever or until their dying day
    They built a bond thatís strong enough to stand the test of time
    And a place for us to turn to when our lives were in a bind

    And they made their house from a tool shed, grandaddy rolled down on two logs
    And they built walls all around it and they made that house a home
    They taught us bout good living
    They taught is right and wrong
    Lord thereíll never be another place in this world
    That Ill call home

    My momma raised five children, four girls then there was me
    She found her strength with faith in God and love of family
    She never had a social life, home was all she knew
    Except the time she took a job to play a bill or two

    My daddy skinned his knuckles on the cars that he repaired
    He never earned much money, but he gave us all he had
    He never made the front page but he did the best he could
    And folks drove their cars from miles around
    To let him look underneath the hood
    Chorus

    No thereíll never be another place in this world that Iíll call home

    © Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Sun Music, Inc. (ASCAP)
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    Short Sweet Ride

    (Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)

    I could see it coming from a mile away
    A heartache lookiní for a place to stay
    But I couldnít resist her and I couldnít be cool
    Lord canít a woman make a man a fool

    Itís an age-old story but it still holds true
    There ainít no end to what a man wonít do
    Hell love some woman Ďtil he goes insane
    Its a short sweet ride on a runaway train

    I was drunk and crazy from her sweet perfume
    But I knew stone sober I was being used
    Now the heartache lingers like a cheap cologne
    She took all she wanted then she was gone

    Chorus

    It was almost worth if for the time we spent
    But there ainít no future in a heart for rent
    Still she taught me something bout the facts of life
    Love cuts quicker than a switchblade knife

    Chorus

    Itís a short sweet ride on a runaway train

    ©Mattie Ruth Musick, Seventh Son Music, Inc. (ASCAP) / Cross Keys Publishing Co. (CBS Music Group) (ASCAP)

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