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TEXAS TYCOONS
Austin Famous

1. Austin Famous Intro
2. Makin’ the Rounds
3. 66 Ranchero
4. No Wagon Wheel
5. Song About Itself
6. All I Never Wanted
7. Goin’ to Town
8. Wishful Drinking
9. Playing for the Man
10. What is Fantastic?
11. Austin Famous


Paul Minor – Vocals, Guitar
Landis Armstrong – Guitar, Vocals
Matt Eskey – Bass, Vocals
Kevin Lance – Drums
Matt Hubbard – Keyboards, Horns, Harmonica


Produced by Matt Hubbard
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Cris Burns
All songs ©2023 
LYRICS:


AUSTIN FAMOUS INTRO   
Welcome to the show, we're so glad you're here
in the home of Willie Nelson and ice cold lone star beer
If we never go to Hollywood or Broadway who could blame us?  
What’s the point in leaving? We’re already Austin Famous!


MAKING THE ROUNDS     
I was playing in the band
You danced to every song.
I didn’t realize you'd been waiting for so long.


When the show is over I always take my time.
I’m on the social ladder and got more rungs to climb.


Making the rounds, All over town
Settin em up and knockin em down
Looking for trouble Wherever it’s found
Just a Man about town,  Making the rounds.


Satisfaction seems so close Yet still so far away.
If you just hold your horses We’ll be on our way
You know I just can’t drop everything for you.
This honky tonkin’ cowboy’s got a job to do


What’s the rush?  We’ve got all night  
to drink and have more fun.
Just keep sittin’ pretty until my rounds are done.


Later at the bar having one last round
When the lights come up you’re nowhere to be found.
I settled up my tab And made my way outside
That’s when I saw the singer was giving you a ride.




66 RANCHERO
Saddled up my 66 Ranchero 
took it down to Juárez for a ride
got a room for one
loaded up my gun 
didn't tell anyone
I wasn't looking for fun. 


She showed up in a ragtop Eldorado 
drove it down from Reno for the night
Checked in at the Thunderbird
and never said another word
something may have occurred
but I ain't never heard


Drove out to the indian casino
at a reservation west of Santa Fe
with no law to enforce
with no sense remorse
I put it all on a horse
and nature took its course
 
Now its time to get back out on the highway
got no trusty rider at my side 
you can't outrun the past
when you're livin too fast 
time was not made to last
so keep your foot on the gas.






SONG ABOUT ITSELF 
There’s one in every jukebox
An old familiar tune
Whenever it starts playing
The dance floor will fill up soon
Written on the jacket 
of that old record on the shelf
Stuck between the liner notes 
There’s a song about itself


I went to see Dale Watson at Continental club 
he said: now I'd like to sing you all 
a song I really love 
About a guy out on the road
Doing the best he can 
and ordering up his favorite tune, 
it's called Truck Driving Man


I once met a girl named Melody
I thought she could do no wrong
We were walking hand in in hand
And singing Bob Wills songs
But then one day She left me 
on the riverwalk alone
Now I shed a tear whenever i hear
The Rose of San Antone


There’s nothing more romantic
Than a dance in three/four time
With the one that makes your heart sing
And all your verses rhyme
But never try to keep a love 
that’s longing To be free
and be wary when they play
That waltz from Tennessee
There’s one in every jukebox
An old familiar tune
Whenever it starts playing
The dance floor will fill up soon
Written on the jacket 
of that old record on the shelf
Stuck between the liner notes 
There’s a song about itself




NO WAGON WHEEL
When Bobby shot Billy down in Mexico 
He got the band together in the studio 
Strumming on a number just checkin out the sound
that's how the wagon wheel started spinning around...
 
Well he wrote a couple lines and put it up on a shelf 
Old Crow pulled it down and said it writes itself
Then Hootie got a hold of it and made it a hit
And now we’re never gonna hear the end of it


So fly with the Eagles roll me some stones, 
whip out some Devo, dig up some Ramones
Sell your soul to the devil, but whatever’s your deal, 
for the sake of us all, don't play wagon wheel…


Scruffy little guy with a pencil thin mustache
walked up to the jar with a fat roll of cash
i said i'm really sorry sir but we just can’t 
but here’s a toe tapper by Brother Van Zandt


So play me some Eagles roll me some stones, 
whip out some Devo, dig up some Ramones
Sell your soul to the devil, but whatever’ s your deal, 
for the sake of us all, don't play wagon wheel…


Riding on a white horse at the crack of last call, 
she goes howdy partner, i said ain't you a doll
She pulled out a ukulele, I said play me a song 
and then we did the wagon wheel, all night long


So fly me some Eagles roll me some stones, 
whip out some Devo, dig up some Ramones
Play your cards with the devil, but whatever’ s your deal, 
lay it all on the table, but don't play wagon wheel…


So roll me some Doobies, rock me some chuck, 
turn up some Skynyrd, crank some Rush in your truck,  
Blow your smoke on the water, do whatever you feel, 
but for the sake of us all, please don't play it,
For the sake of a song don't make me say it
for the sake of your soul, don't play wagon wheel…




ALL I NEVER WANTED   
why do we work so hard, just to prove our worth
in the precious time that we have here on earth
home late in the evening, and rise up with the dawn
then we ask ourselves- where has all our time gone?
we toil away our days with worry and with strife
struggling to find any meaning left in life
we keep pursuing happiness until our dreams are haunted
we never reach the promise land, but still remain undaunted


Sit down at the table, let's drink to your health
Don't sacrifice your freedom all in the name of wealth
These self-fulfilling profits we're so happy to report
until we're all just puppets with no visible support
And if we ever find all the riches that we crave, 
we never realize they can't go with us to the grave
For paradise is not a place where golden rings are flaunted
All that Glitters is not mine, It's All I Never Wanted


PLAYING FOR THE MAN  
Talking to my brother just the other day 
he said that he was struggling with too many bills to pay, 
one after the other, He can barely keep the wolves at bay
So many mouths to feed, he began to plead 
man there's got to be another way. 


He said man where did you get that shiny new guitar?
Here I am just trying to put gas in my old car. 
whats left in the tank won't get me very far
Once I pay the rent, I ain't got one red cent, 
can't even tip the band down at the bar. 


I said don't let the hard times ever get you down.
There's so many rich folks movin to this town. 
some of them are searching for that Texas sound
Whatever the demand, supply is close at hand 
that's what makes the world go around.    


It don't really matter if you're living off the land.
You might not be taking the trip that you had planned. 
You can always ask, a brother for a hand. 
At the end of the day, we all got a price to pay, we're all playing for the man.
 
Now I'm gonna tell you where the real money is at. 
I went to work uptown, and now my wallet's fat.  
The blues aint just for poor boys, don't you understand 
you can make the scene, and get some of that green 
when you're playing for the man.






GOIN TO TOWN   
Over on the east side the dancers come prepared
they spread the wax out on the floor and push back all the chairs
It's clear they didn’t come here just to mess around
better not stand in the way cause they showed up to get down


the joint is really hoppin,   there's no end in sight 
what's the point in stoppin,  we're gonna go all night
tonight the rhythm section is really throwin down
so climb on in, cause we're goin to town


So get out of that rockin chair and catch a ride downtown
when you turn the corner you'll hear that crazy sound
say goodbye to all your sorrow, misery and strife
forget about tomorrow tonight this is the life


the beat is really thumping, goes right down to your shoes
your heart is really pumping,  gonna dance away  your blues
this is where your troubles are nowhere to be found, 
Drop in for a spin,  we're goin to town
so let the fun begin,  we're goin to town








WISHFUL DRINKING  
I was sitting at the bar like lonely people do
some guy with a guitar was reminding me of you
It wasn't a love song, that was giving me the blues
it was you could not accept, what i could not refuse


I told myself i wouldn't say those hopeless words to you
but you can't ever tell, what wishes might come true
I was floating on a cloud until I started sinking, 
drowning my sorrow, some might say,  I call it wishful drinking


it's been such a long time since I wrote a song
can't really say what's taking me so long
I'm really not sure what I want to say to ya
it won't be no masterpiece, won't be no hallelujah


now i've been walking round these streets until my feet are sore
like a song that's on repeat til I can't hear it anymore
one more drink might help me get this weight up off my chest
before it puts me in a state of cardiac arrest
i was doing fine, until I got to thinking, 
you might call it love in vain, i call it wishful drinking






WHAT IS FANTASTIC
Doctor give me a magic pill
for superhuman strength of will
to get me back to the track i was on before


now my mind is on the run,
looking out for number one,
my self control goes walking out the door


and when I'm helpless to resist 
temptation takes me by the wrist
and leads me down the path of least repentance


And then I wake up to regret 
another morning missed
the golden sunlight fading in the distance


2 -  in between the states of mind, 
the rational is far behind 
imaginary troubles I'm creating


So don't ask me what is fantastic
i know these measures may be drastic
to smile in the face of all the hating


i mean it more than i can stress, 
when i'm feeling powerless,
in between the random fits of inspiration


if you prescribe the proper mixture
you know I'll be a fixture,
where they provide the transcendental medication












AUSTIN FAMOUS   
Welcome to the show, we're so glad you're here
in the home of Willie Nelson and ice cold lone star beer
If we never go to Hollywood or Broadway who could blame us?  
What’s the point in leaving? We’re already Austin Famous!


The tour bus was waiting behind the Paramount
For another weary manager to make the ticket count 
Now they're back out on the road heading for another joint
But I'd trade Caesar's Palace for one night at Sam's Town Point
Austin famous is where I'm bound, 
Austin famous is my hometown
you can call us freaks and hippies, or slackers it won't shame us, 
we know where we're heading, to a town called Austin Famous


We checked in at Hotel Vegas, we rode on the White Horse
We fell down in the Hole, and still we stay the course
Our local hero status is a badge that's well-deserved
It's a proud tradition that must remain preserved
Austin Texas is where I'm from
Austin Famous is what I have become
We might be domesticated but you could never tame us  
from this path we'll never stray, We’re the Austin Famous  


We're all destined to be famous, Andy Warhol wasn't wrong
but a lifetime in the spotlight might be a little long
while everyone is trying to prolong their fifteen minutes
some of us are happy to remain within our limits
Austin famous is where I'm bound, 
Austin famous is my hometown
If we never go to New Orleans or New York who could blame us?  
What’s the point in leaving? We’re already Austin Famous!
Welcome to the show, we're so glad you're here
in the home of Rosie Flores and ice cold lone star beer
If we never go to Houston or Dallas who could blame us?  
What’s the point in leaving? We’re already Austin Famous







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