Paste OFA tag here. HUGE THANKS to Tony Magee, Jimmy Jacobs, Laura Muckenhoupt, Katie Barr and all our friends from Lagunitas Brewing Company, the Shinyribs band, Stuart Sullivan, George Reiff , Cary Baker, Al Moss, Ben Hubbird and CD Baby, all the artists on the album and everyone who took time for interviews for the liner notes. Great thanks to Owen Temple, Clay McNeill, James McMurtry, Tamara Saviano, Mandy Brown, Troy Campbell, Marc Harkness, Susanna Clark Atkinson and Richard Skanse, Zach Jennings and all at Lone Star Music for their endless support.

Additionally, special thanks to Elizabeth Hawkins, Tina-Michelle Fowler and Nancy Meyer for their ongoing encouragement as well as Ted Hawkins III for being guardian of his father’s guitar all these years and for providing the instrument for our album cover photo. Thank you to Mark Flanagan and everyone at Largo in Los Angeles for hosting our cover photo shoot.

Sound recordings © Eight 30 Records Publishing by Wixen Publishing except where noted

Paste OFA tag here. PEACE AND Just to have somebody to hold me ed Hawkins simply sang with soul ablaze. After all, the singular singer, who became a cult hero after decades busk- HAPPINESS Both arms wide open and for me EVAN FELKER Gotta fi nd peace and happiness before I die ing in poverty in Venice Beach, California, needed lightning for survival. Gotta fi nd me somebody before I get old “You have to sing like something’s after you,” Hawkins once said. “There’s I need someone to say they need me a force out there that tries to push you out, especially if you’re playing on Even if they don’t mean a word This is a hopeless situation the street. That just makes me more determined.” Boardwalk passersby certainly noticed. I don’t need some stupid someone I no longer wanna see this place T They stopped cold. Listened. Amazed. “A lot of street musicians are really good, but I’m gonna leave this house tomorrow Complaining about something she heard there was something about him that was just pure presence,” says , who Kicking dirt in your momma’s face witnessed Hawkins on the beachfront while recording in Los Angeles three decades ago. I’d marry anybody tomorrow Just to run from the trouble and sorrow I’m leaving in stormy weather “Also, his songs aren’t like anybody else’s. He’s singing in this huge, soulful voice, ‘What Gotta fi nd peace and happiness before I die Just to get myself together do you want from the liquor store? Something sweet? Something sour?’ What? So wholly Gotta fi nd me somebody before I get old Gotta fi nd peace and happiness before I die original.” Imagine and country and folk having no dividing lines. Gotta fi nd me somebody before I get old I have only one life before me Gotta fi nd me somebody before I get old The Unstoppable Ted Hawkins won his son Ted Hawkins III says today. “He’d say, Mustn’t worry about this and that voice hard. The native lived an ‘Go outside for a minute.’” Then Hawkins So when the thing comes down to leaving inscrutable and itinerant lifestyle, scraping pulled beans from the pantry and leftover I’m the fi rst one to get my hat for drinks and meals, always hardscrabble hamburger meat from the refrigerator for purchase on one freedom or another. and any other scraps he could manage and I’ll eat neck bones and gravy Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. Published by Joliet Music (BMI) and Meanwhile, he was periodically discov- whipped up a freewheeling delicacy with- Before I let you drive me crazy Happy Valley Music (BMI) Gotta fi nd peace and happiness before I die ered — most notably, early on by Money out a second thought. “I’d come back in and Gotta fi nd me somebody before I get old Evan Felker: vocals, guitar, harmonica Records (“Baby”) then later by Rounder there’s a four course meal there,” Hawkins Keith Langford: drums, percussion Jeff Brown: bass Records (1982’s unmatched Watch Your III says. “I’d say, ‘What’s the name of this, Now if you love me you got to show me Claude Bernard: accordion Step) and even becoming a minor star Dad?’ He’d say, ‘It’s a dish called ‘Nothing.’ mandolin, harmony vocals Don’t expect for me to skin my knees Kevin Russell: while living in England for a time — just He’d cook a meal and write a song at the I know that you can’t live without me All songs recorded at Wire Recording, to return to his seat on a milk crate by same time.” Then he would write more. But I’ll be so much at ease Austin, , unless otherwise noted. the beach. Setbacks only illuminated his Hawkins eventually achieved his big outlook. “I’d say there’s nothing to eat,” his breakthrough with The Next Hundred Years

Paste OFA tag here. WHOLE LOTTA WOMEN STEVE JAMES (Geff en Records, 1994). He toured through- Those earthy and ethereal narratives — out the United States and overseas that year, “Big Things,” “Cold and Bitter Tears,” “I There’s a whole lotta women There’s a whole lotta women says his producer Tony Berg, eating lobster Gave Up All I Had,” “Sorry You’re Sick” and And I think I love them all And I think I love them all All I want one to do dinners, riding in limousines, eff ortlessly “Strange Conversation” only begin the list There’s a whole lotta women And I think I love them all All I want one to do winning crowds and even swapping tunes — are chockablock with personal explora- All I want one to do All I want one to do with songwriting legends Roger McGuinn, tion. Rough edges and wide open arms Is just answer when I call Is just to answer when I call Pete Seeger and Joe South at the Bottom defi ne the landscape. “I’ve got big things to Line in New York City. His future shined do/Too soon my life will be through/Got no There’s a whole lotta women She may be ugly brightly. His voice fi nally would be heard. time to stop and pick up your fl owers/I’ve But I only want one She may be lame His songs would have an audience. got catching up to do,” goes “Big Things.” There’s a whole lotta women But mister let me tell you That don’t mean a thing And then he died. “I’ve got a song to write/I stay up most every But I only want one If I try to get more than one girl night/Creating with hope they’ll life on I just might wind up with none I don’t need a women who think Ted Hawkins — easily the most soulful forever/I’ve got big things to do.” His words She’s pretty cute singer under the sun, a man who delivered strip all fl ash and fl ourish from ambition and There was a saying when I was a child When the time come to cook equal measures grace and gravel with each art. They simply chronicle the man’s heart For every man there must be seven wives She can’t make a can of soup breath and a rightful superstar in any other and soul and half-fi lled bowl. “He makes Now I’m not trying to live up to no book lifetime — departed this earthly plane on beauty out of the beast,” All I want one to do is wash and cook There’s a whole lotta women But I think I love them all January 1, 1995. He was fi fty-eight. “At the says. “You hear kindness and compassion in There’s a whole lotta women All I want one to do time of his death, Hawkins remained the his voice, a gentleness for people that draws And I think I love them all All I want one to do greatest singer you’ve never heard,” the you right in. Ted Hawkins songs are undeni- All I want one to do All I want one to do Los Angeles Times obituary read. “Hawkins able, beautiful gifts to the world.” Is just to answer when I call Is just answer when I call clearly was transported somewhere else His genuineness legitimately changed as he sang, and when he became aware of climates. “When I opened for Ted Hawkins I was told for such a long time Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. the audience, he seemed dazed: the packed at Largo in Los Angeles in 1989, the fi rst That I should get married And stop running around Published by Ted Hawkins Music (BMI) room applauding wildly, some in tears from thing out of his mouth was, ‘Is everybody But I had a woman who was young and fair Steve James: vocal, resonator guitar the sheer, sad beauty of his songs.” having a good time?’” James McMurtry She had me biting off my nails And pulling out my hair

Paste OFA tag here. “Ted Hawkins’ songs and his voice were infectiously WHO GOT MY uplifting to me upon first listen. His unique style, both NATURAL COMB soulful and folkie, has haunted me and taught me so SHINYRIBS much that I have been on a personal mission to tell Who got my natural comb I broke two of those other kind of funny combs the world about this national musical treasure. The Who got my natural comb You know the kind I’m talking about Who got my natural comb My head won’t stand no foolishness opportunity to steward this tribute record is a ‘go Who got my natural comb Like me it’s much too stout tell it on the mountain’ moment for me. I hope we can Who got it Who got my natural comb bring greater attention to the songs and recordings of Who got it Who got my natural comb Who got it Who got my natural comb Mr. Hawkins himself.” – KEVIN RUSSELL Go get it Who got my natural comb recalls. “He smiled real big. It was like the stunning. “Ted was a brilliant writer Who got my natural comb Now listen give it up, oh baby sun came up over his head. I’ve never seen reconciling folk and soul in a way I hadn’t Who got my natural comb Give it up, oh baby anybody do that.” “When somebody plays heard,” says Berg, who produced The Next I ain’t got no comb to comb my head in a way you’ve never heard anybody else, Hundred Years. “I found the obvious weight Nobody seen me here but what I’ve said Kevin Russell: lead and harmony vocals, that’s singularity,” echoes Dave Marsh, of a tough life manifested in his voice. He acoustic and electric guitars the legendary author and rock critic who was between Otis Redding and Richie You know what I’m talking about Winfi eld Cheek: piano, B3 Don’t you make me turn this party out Keith Langford: drums wrote liner notes for The Next Hundred Havens and I found that very compelling. Jeff Brown: bass Years. “You might be able to imitate it, but In the history of popular music, there That’s what I got to do Tiger Anaya: trumpet Mark Wilson: baritone and tenor saxophones you couldn’t copy it. It would be like trying are these great voices that aren’t heard Who got my natural comb Kevin Russell, Jenni Finlay, Brian T. Atkinson, to write with James Baldwin’s sense of in their time because sometimes it takes Tina-Michelle Fowler, Tiffany Walker, Austin Who got my natural comb Wheless: hand claps rhythm. You can’t do that unless you’re generations to discover the real greatness. Who got my natural comb James Baldwin. Trying to sing like Ray He was a brilliant writer and his is a If I don’t fi nd a strong comb Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. Published by Ted Hawkins Music (BMI), Charles? You can’t. You’re not in his head.” completely unique voice, both as a singer Ain’t nobody going home Joliet Music (BMI) and Happy Valley Music (BMI) Tony Berg eff ectively did spend time and point of view.” inside his thoughts. The results were — Brian T. Atkinson

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Hey, baby, what you gonna do without me? Hey, baby, don’t you think I’m cool? You think that I’m the kind I may not be the best in the west That’ll leave you all the time But I’m the best that you have, little girl But I won’t, I won’t, I won’t Don’t think I’m the man Produced by Kevin Russell, Jenni Finlay and Brian T. Atkinson So many places I can’t go whose lovin’ raises sand So many things that I don’t know Because I don’t, I don’t, I don’t Recorded and Mixed by Stuart Sullivan, But one thing I know Wire Recording Studio, Austin, Texas I want you La la la la la la la la la la la la la Mastered by Ray Kennedy, Room and Board, I want you I done said my last goodbye What you gonna do without me, baby? Nashville, Tennessee Treat me right turn out the lights What you gonna do when I’m dead and gone? We’re gonna make a little lovin’ tonight What you gonna do without me, baby? Design: Marc Harkness Make me feel real good What you gonna do without me? Hold me real tight love me all night What you gonna do without me? Long-form video footage: Jenni Finlay Brian T. Atkinson Cover, back cover photos and studio photography: I done said my last goodbye, baby Inside cover photo of Ted Hawkins: Paul Natkin No more tears shall I cry, baby I’m gonna hang around you Ramsay Midwood: vocals, electric guitar Until death do us apart Randy Weeks: electric guitar Front and back cover art direction: Jenni Finlay Kevin Russell: acoustic and electric guitars, I done said my last goodbye Ted Hawkins’ guitar, case and milk crate at Largo, Los Angeles, California harmony vocals, drums Cover: Jeff Johnston: bass, harmony vocals, saw, Who sent your lovin’ to this world? baritone guitar Keith Langford: drums Who dropped an angel from above? La la la la la la la la la la la la la Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. I done said my last goodbye Published by Ted Hawkins Music (BMI)

Paste OFA tag here. BRING IT ON Am I worthy, mama? HOME DADDY I can’t stand it You’re my ice cream THE DAMNATIONS and I’m your candy CONTENTS Bring it on home, daddy, daddy Bring it on home, daddy, daddy 1. BIG THINGS Bring it on home right now Bring it on home right now Bring it on home, daddy Bring it on home, daddy, daddy 2. COLD AND BITTER TEARS Bring it on home to mama Bring it on home to mama 3. ONE HUNDRED MILES I’m so lonesome I don’t know what to do Precious words like these are hard to forget 4. SORRY YOU’RE SICK Jumped up and act a fool and walked out on you Looks like the words you say are strictly for my I never been the one to fall in love benefi t 5. STRANGE CONVERSATION You whisper, daddy, like a cooing dove You make it hard for me to board this jet 6. HAPPY HOUR Here’s my ticket, mama, I ain’t gone yet Don’t make me feel like this 7. I GOT WHAT I WANTED You know my name That’s my weakness and you know it’s the truth I just came back I’m so helplessly in love with you 8. BABY To get the rest of my things 9. I GAVE UP ALL I HAD Bring it on home, daddy Bring it on home, daddy, daddy Bring it on home right now 10. BAD DOG Bring it on home right now Bring it on home, daddy Bring it on home, daddy Bring it on home to mama 11. BRING IT ON HOME DADDY Bring it on home to mama 12. MY LAST GOODBYE Rob Bernard: vocals, acoustic guitar Call me a dirty rat that’s me I’m afraid Amy Boone: vocals, guitar 13. WHO GOT MY NATURAL COMB Don’t call me daddy because it goes to my head Deborah Kelly: vocals, bass Conrad Choucroun: drums Those words cause a burning in my soul Recorded at George’s Finishing School, Austin, TX; 14. WHOLE LOTTA WOMEN I guess that’s why I’m not so hard to hold Engineer: George Reiff 15. PEACE AND HAPPINESS Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. Published by Joliet Music (BMI) and Happy Valley Music (BMI)

Paste OFA tag here. BAD DOG Snap through the electric barbed wire fence DANNY BARNES When this dude comes to the gate BIG THINGS He leaps up in his arms licks the dude’s face JAMES McMURTRY Come closer, baby Wags his tail wiggles like a worm, Come sit on daddy’s knee Bark three happy yaps I’ve got big things to do I’ve got something to tell you Run around the yard and laugh Too soon my life will be through There’s something we must get straight right now Got no time to stop and pick up your fl owers Pretty mama, I don’t understand I’ve got catching up to do Now that I’m back from you know where Tell me what’s so special about this man Yes, I’ve got big things to do I want you know it’s a groovy feeling to be What’s the reason your dog Wrapped up in your arms one more time Won’t bark at this man Now I’ve got a song here to write What kind of animal you got outside I stay up most every night Try to keep me from coming in my own yard He bark at the telephone man Creating with hope they will live on forever Ripped my pant leg, skinned my knee He bark at the Sparkletts man I’ve got big things to do Bit out the seat of my pants, bit my hand He bark at the cockroach man Yes, I’ve got so much to do And you come out hollering, “Bad dog” He bark at the welfare lady He bark at the watermelon man Got no schooling I realize the fact that you need Thought I’d give him some barbecue ribs once I’ve been fooling Some type of something He bit my hand This is why I can’t fi nd no job Under the house that’s capable Now it’s over Of giving you a helping hand when I’m gone Danny Barnes: vocals, guitar, banjo No time left But that dog bark at everybody who comes here Recorded at Danny Barnes’ home studio in Seattle, Washington That’s why I’m running so hard Except one special man Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. Published by Ted Hawkins Music (BMI) He bark at the milkman Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. I’ve got a story to tell He bark at the post man Published by Ted Hawkins Music (BMI) Gotta hurry, just ain’t no time left James McMurtry: vocals, guitar What’s the reason your dog But the sun will shine bright someday Dustin Welch: banjo Red Young: Hammond B3 organ Won’t bark at this man? I’ve got mountains to cross Daren Hess: drums, percussion I’m searching for time that I’ve lost To me this don’t make no sense Yes, I’ve got big things to do (James McMurtry appears courtesy of Complicated Game Records) If anybody else come near that gate He gives him a vicious smile

Paste OFA tag here. I GAVE UP ALL I HAD GURF MORLIX

I gave up all I had I gave up all I had Everything that made me glad All the good things that made me glad COLD and BITTER TEARS I gave up all I had I gave up all I had KASEY CHAMBERS and BILL CHAMBERS For this, oh no For you, oh no Wonderin’ why you left me after all I tried to do I gave up all I had She had four beautiful children You know I miss you, baby, and the children miss you too All the good things that made me glad And they were nice to me Tonight we done the dishes just to keep your memory clear I gave up all I had They loved and had respect for me I cool the hot dish water with my cold and bitter tears For you, oh no But I had to earn that love They didn’t have no daddy She was good The words which I’ve just spoken is the truth I swear to god When I fi rst met the girl Did what she knew she should I’m sorry if I hurt you sometimes I’m nervous I work so hard I took them under my wing She never ran out on me I still love you my darling we’re lost without you here That’s when we fell in love I don’t believe she could I cool the hot dish water with my cold and bitter tears But all you do is hurt me I gave up all I had Just like she said she would All the good things that made me glad It’s wintertime already, Christmas will be here soon I’d go back to my baby I gave up all I had Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. It’ll be a sad, sad occasion if you’re not in the dining room Published by Ted Hawkins Music (BMI) If I just thought I could For you, oh no I’m afraid to do the dishes and I know the reason why Putting on your apron makes me wanna cry Kasey Chambers: vocals, guitar I gave up all I had I gave up all I had Bill Chambers: vocals, Dobro All the good things that made me glad All the good things that made me glad Harry Hookey: guitar and harmonica I gave up all I had I gave up all I had To keep our home together I’ve done the best I could Belle Harvey: bass Your true reason for leaving, honey, I never understood Recorded live at The Boneyard, For you, oh no For you, oh no Bensville, New South Wales, Australia I still love you, my darling, and the children want you here I walked the street all night Gurf Morlix, vocals, acoustic guitar I cool the hot dish water with my cold and bitter tears (Kasey Chambers appears courtesy of Hoping to hold her tight Jenn Miori: harmony vocals Rounder Records) Wanted to hear her tell me Jack Saunders: bass That everything’s all right Rick Richards: percussion But you won’t let me go Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. Published by Joliet You followed behind me still Music (BMI) and Happy Valley Music (BMI) Why don’t you leave me alone And let me do what I will?

Paste OFA tag here. One hundred miles The day is clear both far and near One hundred miles I can see standing from here BABY I can see one hundred miles I can see standing from here TINA-MICHELLE FOWLER She took no clothes, she took no money I can see standing from here with ELIZABETH HAWKINS She haven’t had nothin’ to eat The day is clear She’s out somewhere cold and hungry Both far and near Birds have wings Hey, hey hey With hardly nothing on her feet I can see standing from here Oh, how they fl y Baby, Baby I can see one hundred miles I’m so lonesome Baby, what’s wrong I’m gonna sit down and search myself Why can’t I? Baby, ooh baby, come back where you belong Maybe this could be my fault Oh, I wish my love was here I remember last night, we had a fi ght ONE My love has gone Hey, little blackbird, I’m so sad and disappointed She told me everything was lost HUNDRED I’m so alone Will you please I don’t know what to do MiLES Here I stand all on my own Send Mr. Raven Back to me Listen to me, brother, and listen well I fell to sleep, I had one to many ‘Cause the same thing can happen to you This morning I found a note TIM EASTON Oh, where is she Take this message It read many happy hangovers to you my love Where can she be To my girl I had a woman sweet and kind You won’t hear my complaining no more I’ll just gaze over the sea Tell her I miss her she gave me everything Tim Easton: vocals, guitar, harmonica I woke up this morning and felt beside me Baby, baby harmony vocal I’ll just gaze over the sea And all her love Kevin Russell: There was nothing but the mattress and springs Winfi eld Cheek: organ Baby what’s wrong Jeff Brown: bass Oh, I’m so lonely Winter has turned Baby, Baby Keith Langford: drums, percussion For my true love Into spring Baby, baby Comeback where you belong Baby what’s wrong Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. I need her sweet lips Flowers and clover Comeback where you belong Published By Ted Hawkins Music To whisper love And all of those things Baby, ooh baby Comeback where you belong (BMI) I didn’t mean to treat you wrong Comeback where you belong She was my baby Don’t come back, honey, My wife to be Let’s be brave I fell on my knees and looked in space Tina-Michelle Fowler: lead and harmony vocals But didn’t know what to say Elizabeth Hawkins: harmony vocals But she’s a hundred miles When my true love has spoken Kevin Russell: guitar Across the sea Under his wing I cried Lord, no Jeff Brown: bass No Lord, I believe Winfi eld Cheek: Hammond B3 organ, piano Keith Langford: drums One hundred miles Oh, I wish my love was here This time she’s gonna stay One hundred miles Oh, I wish my love was here Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. I can see one hundred miles Published by Ted Hawkins Music (BMI)

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When I got to all the places we used to go SORRY YOU’RE SICK And when I see all the people we used to know MARY GAUTHIER They ask me why I’m looking so sad, I have to say I got what I wanted but I lost everything I had Good morning, my darling, I’m telling you this What do you want from the liquor store To let you know I’m sorry you’re sick Something sour or something sweet? Without your love there ain’t nothing I can do Tears of sorrow won’t do you no good I’ll buy you all that your belly can hold I searched for something and that someone was you I’d be your doctor if only I could You can be sure you won’t suff er no more And to think that I’ve treated you so bad make me sad I got what I wanted but I lost everything I had What do you want from the liquor store Promise me, darling, that you won’t die Something sour or something sweet? I’ll get all the medicine money can buy Since you’ve gone, the bright lights are dim I’ll buy you all that your belly can hold Stick with me, baby, hold on and fi ght The people don’t seem the same You can be sure you won’t suff er no more Take a good rest I won’t prolong the fl ight They’re so used to seeing us together But my how things have changed I’d swim the ocean or the deepest canal What do you want from the liquor store To get to you, darling, just to make you well Something sour or something sweet? I went searching not knowing what I’d fi nd There’s no place on earth I wouldn’t hasten to go I’ll buy you all that your belly can hold I searched for something that I had all the time To cool the fever I want you to know You can be sure you won’t suff er no more And to think that I’ve treated you so bad makes me sad I got what I wanted but I lost everything I had What do you want from the liquor store Something sour or something sweet? Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. Published by Ted Hawkins Music (BMI), Joliet Music (BMI) and Since you’ve gone, the bright lights are dim I’ll buy you all that your belly can hold Happy Valley Music (BMI) Written by Brook Benton and The people don’t seem the same You can be sure you won’t suff er no more Margie Singleton. Published Mary Gauthier: vocals, acoustic guitar by Iza Music (BMI) They’re so used to seeing us together Guthrie Trapp: electric guitar Administered by Sony/ATV But my how things have changed If only the doctor would hurry and show Viktor Krauss: bass Melody There’s quite a few places I know we could go Lynn Williams: drums I was okay but these words from you Recorded at Gary Nicholson’s home studio, Randy Weeks: vocals, guitar I went searching not knowing what I’d fi nd Nashville, TN; engineer: Ray Kennedy Tony Gilkyson: electric guitar I searched for something that I had all the time Stating you’re sick made me sick too : harmony vocals And to think that I’ve treated you so bad makes me sad (Mary Gauthier appears courtesy of Jack Saunders: bass In the Black Records) Rick Richards: drums I got what I wanted but I lost everything I had

Paste OFA tag here. HAPPY HOUR SUNNY SWEENEY STRANGE CONVERSATION JON DEE GRAHAM Welcome to happy hour At the sound of laughter of his pretty words Blinking on the neon sign Take away whatever makes you blue I had a strange conversation She won’t mind if I stop for just one When the fun is over what will you do My baby called me on the phone I can still make it home on time When there’s nothing left of us but you? She said that your next lover’s gonna be the blues ‘Cause daddy l’m gonna be gone. As my eyes grow accustomed So this is happy hour Day’s going to be dark as the night To the smoky dim lights Two drinks for the price of one And things won’t be going just right I see the jukebox near the door People laughing and having fun Dearest the one queen on your throne That’s why I want to say There she is in another man’s arms What a great place to be Don’t ever leave me alone Baby, baby, baby Slow dancing across the fl oor I want to say So this is happy hour For without your touch Baby, baby, baby So this is happy hour Two drinks for the price of one l’d have no love Longing to hold you near Two drinks for the price of one People laughing and having fun That’s why I want to say Can’t you hear People laughing and having fun What a great place to be Baby, baby, baby And all the sweet things What a great place to be Longing to hold you near That I want to whisper in your ear Welcome to happy hour Can’t you hear That’s ‘cause love is gone Welcome to happy hour They gather here every day And all the sweet things And the only thing you got to do, girl, They gather here every day Cheating is one of the games they play That I want to whisper in your ear ls just to come on back home baby Cheating is one of the games they play This time it’s on me Because love is gone Where you belong This time it’s on me And the only thing you got to do girl Written by David MacKechnie and Steven Gillette You’re dancing and your eyes are closed Published by Lionsmate Music (ASCAP) Administered by ls just to come on back home baby Wixen Music Publishing, Inc. and Sony/ATV Melody (BMI) Written by Theodore Hawkins, Jr. I wonder what world you’re in Where you belong Published by Ted Hawkins Music BMI What will you tell me when you get home? Sunny Sweeney: vocals harmony vocals Jon Dee Graham: vocals, acoustic guitar, lap steel guitar Jenn Miori: Where will you say you’ve been? lead guitar Andrew Duplantis: bass, harmony vocal Tony Gilkyson: bass Kevin Russell: harmony vocal Jack Saunders: percussion Keith Langford: drums Rick Richards:

(Sunny Sweeney appears courtesy of Big Machine Records)

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