I can’t do what I used to do, at 22,
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do, at 22
Oooh at 22, I’d drink whiskey with the boyz,
At 22, I had all the big-boy toys,
At 22, That’s when I crashed into you
At 22, love isn’t what you say, it’s what you do

Chorus
I still fall in love with you everyday
I’m here 24/7 to kiss each tear away
We have as far to go
As we’ve already been
But everyday I fall in love again

I can’t do what I used to do, at 32
I dumped the toys to raise the boys, at 32
Oooh at 32, worked two jobs to get us through,
At 32, drove all night to be with you,
At 32, I’m still I crashing into you
At 32, love isn’t what you say, it’s what you do

I still fall in love with you everyday
I’m here 24/7 to kiss each tear away
We have as far to go
As we’ve already been
But everyday I fall in love again

I ain’t got a Cadillac
No, big house up on Camelback
It’s just me, John Deere and a beer, sittin’ right here
I don’t need no real estate
Just blue jeans and cutting bait
Cause Darlin’, my treasure is you
She likes city lights and fancy cars
Red wine in classy bars
I’m fine with my campfire, under the stars… with you

We’re Right for all the Wrong reasons
As different as we could be
Yes, we’re Right for all the Wrong reasons
Two lovers at heart… you & me

She likes summer in the Hampton breeze
Winter in the sunny Keys
Or Aspen on cross country skis
But I’ve got my favorite pole,
Down at our fishing hole
And I know she’s thinking of me, tonight

We’re Right for all the Wrong reasons
As different as we could be
Yes, we’re Right for all the Wrong reasons
Two lovers at heart… you & me

I can’t wait to see her, coming home up the drive
I know she’ll be smiling thru her bedroom eyes…

We’re Right for all the Wrong reasons
As different as we could be
Yes, we’re Right for all the Wrong reasons
Two lovers at heart… you & me
No, we’re never apart… you & me
The secret to us… you & me

words & music by Ron Beckett, Richard Klender & Ted Winchester
© MMXXI RGBeckett Music, Klenco Music (Songtracker.com), Ted Winchester Music (All ASCAP)

If you ever find yourself in the backwoods of the Louisiana Bayou
You might come across Bubba’s Bait Shop & Worm Emporium
Ask Bubba to tell you his story… it goes like this…

I was fishing off a swamp boat down Louisiana way
Come a gun-toting backwood beauty thru the foggy grey
Hotter than cayenne, woo, man o’ man
She could steal your heart, in her camo lingerie

They say, she’s got 11 brothers
A warrior dad, one worn-out mother
Who went out for a Camel, and a gator…ate her

They call her…
Louisiana Lue, pride of the bayou
Many men have tried, a few have died
Louisiana Lou, (woo), I love you
Jumbalaya, fit to be tied

She had some fancy French name, but we just call her Lue…her sparkling smile shines like a lure…careful!.. you can’t catch a gator by the tail…

She can ride a gator to the General Store
She don’t give a croc bout your 4x4
Are you tough enough, are you man enough
With those Daisy Duke eyes, she’ll wipe you off the floor

In the misty moonlight air
She lets down her raven hair
In a swamp shack back behind the foggy bog

Oooh, Louisiana Lue, I love you
Many men have tried, a few have died
Louisiana Lou, Pride of the bayou
I wish I could make you my bride

No one’s seen Lue for awhile. One day she just up and vanished into the morning fog. So keep your eyes out for a camo-wearing swamp flower with a ponytail tucked through her hat; she’ll be wearing gator skin boots, packing a bowie knife and a pair of .38s - you just never know…

music by Bob Huff & Richard Klender, words: Richard Klender & Bob Cusick

I fly this flag, in memory and pride
The emblem of honor, the heroes who died
United we stand, America strong
For all we believe, right where we belong

I love this flag, hand over of my heart
Long live our land, who could tear us apart
These stars and these stripes, I don’t dare let ‘em drag
I kneel down to pray, but I stand for this flag

This Flag says freedom, this Flag speaks dreams
This Flag holds history, bustin’ out at the seams
This Flag might get torn, but its story waves true
If this Flag could talk, tales of red white & blue

Heroes remembered, we will never forget
Daughters and sons, who gave up their best
You raise morning colors, fly tall everyday
These colors don’t run, they won’t fade away

This Flag says freedom, this Flag speaks dreams…

More than 200 years, extreme sacrifice
1 million soldiers… paid that ultimate price
I salute you Old Glory, long may you wave
Pledge my allegiance, to the home of the brave

I love this flag, These colors don’t run, God bless this flag

music by Richard Klender & Bob Huff
words by Richard Klender

Midnite at the Starlite, was dead as Sunday afternoon
Same old worn out faces, same old worn out tune
Just about to pay his tab, then she came thru the door
And every eye in the Starlite lounge, watched her walk across the floor

She sat down by the window, caught his reflection in the glass
But he didn’t see her looking, cause he was staring at her class
Soft as silk and half his age, she turned her head and smiled
And in the darkness of the candlelight, another seed of love grows wild, he thought…

I wonder where I’ve seen those eyes before
As blue as where the ocean meets the shore
He thought as if to say, was it New York or L.A.
I wonder where I’ve seen those eyes before

He walks up to her table, she offers him a chair
He reaches out to touch her, but she brushes back her hair
And in that fleeting moment, the young and old are one
Though not a single word was spoken, they knew the night had just begun

From the barroom to the bedroom, can be such a lonely climb
When you’re in the arms of midnite, and you love on borrowed time
But he knows tonight is different, as she unties her dress
He lives a lifetime in a moment, and fills his heart with her caress, he says

I wonder where I’ve seen those eyes before
As blue as where the ocean meets the shore
She smiles as if to say, was it New York or L.A.
I wonder where I’ve seen those eyes before

In the steamy August silence, their tension feeds the storm
His anxious knowing arms await, her body young and warm
But as the moonlight fills the bedroom, he stops as life unfolds
He sees the locket that he left her, when she was only 2 years old… he cries…

Now I know where I’ve seen those eyes before
They’re the same blue eyes your mother wore
She cries as if to say, I still love you anyway
Now I know where I’ve seen those eyes before

They talk away into the night, the darkness their disguise
Blame it on the Starlite lounge and those big blue ocean eyes

written by Richard Klender, Joanie Chappel Beeson, Marc Beeson

I can get drunk, run off the rails, completely lose my mind
I can leave a mess, wear muddy boots
Lose total track of time
I can do, do, do, what I want… do what I wanna do
I can jump the track, smoke another pack
And my dog don’t talk back

Hang out till three, go back for more. close every bar in town
Play cards and pool, play the fool
Nobody writing it down
I can do, do, do, what I want - do what I wanna do
I can hit the sack, spend all my jack
And my dog don’t talk back

Too much bla, bla, bla
Too much yack, yack, yack
Nick nack paddy wack
Givin’ me a heart attack
My dog don’t, my dog don’t, my dog don’t….Don’t talk back

Sit in my truck, drink outta my cup, enjoy the ride around
I’ll open your door, I’ll buy your lunch
Set up your shots of Crown
I can do, do, do, what I want - do what I wanna do
Cut me some slack, I don’t need the flack
Cause my dog don’t talk back

Too much bla, bla, bla
Too much yack, yack, yack
Nick nack paddy wack
Givin’ me a heart attack
My dog don’t, my dog don’t, my dog don’t….Don’t talk back

Too much bla, bla, bla
Too much yack, yack, yack
Nick nack paddy wack
My dog had a heart attack?
What, my dog died?, (your dog died), my dog died!?
Honey, I take it all back

by Ken Ashby, Ron Beckett, Bob Huff, Richard Klender & Ted Winchester (ASCAP)
© MMXXI Prosody Music/RG Beckett Music/Bob Huff Music/Klenco Music/Ted Winchester Music (All ASCAP)