Hubba! Hubba! Hush
That’s all true
And that’s when I understood
Girls rule!
Farrah was over the moon
She had something we all wanted
Now we all know—we generally want
What we can’t have
That’s still true today
As well as yesterday
It’s just another unwritten law
Farrah was our Hubba! Hubba! A Hottie! (*whistle*)
One of Charles Angels
She just had to be a Saltwater Cowgirl
After all, she was from Corpus Christie, Texas
Did you ever see her in a pair of jean’s
I still remember that Red bathing suit
Standing in the Kmart store
I bet I stared at it for an hour or more
It ended up on my closet door
I said my goodbyes this June
And that was way too soon
Hew Heifner knew even at fifty or sixty-two
Farrah was a Hubba! Hubba! A Hottie! (Whistle)
Written By Esther Marie and Cowboy Ronnie
Controversial Song
How did they hijack the rainbow?
This saltwater cowboy wants to know
It is a promise from God never to flood the earth
And Noah saw the rainbow first!
Thinking back, I believe that
Hijack took place in the 80’s or 90’s
I just don’t recall
When all the lifestyle changes did occur
It was out in the open, Mainstream
Hollywood don’t ask, don’t tell
In your army neighborhood
I still believe God made Eve for Adam, Not Steve!
I remember Sunday School, they taught us
about Jesus and the Golden Rule
About Noah and the two by two, side by side
Each with a mate to repopulate
You know a chicken, a roster, a heifer, a bull
Until the ark was full
Several days and then some after the rain stopped
The dove brought back an olive leaf
That was many, many years ago
Now this saltwater cowboy wants to know
How did they hijack the rainbow?
My little girl asked me
To put a rainbow sticker on my truck
What do I tell her? TUFF LUCK!
When I remember the song, Judy Garland sang
And all about Merle Haggard’s rainbow stew
Now I think it’s a shame
I have to explain to my kids
The rainbow just doesn’t mean what it use to
And what they say it means now in 2009
I think it’s a crime
I, myself, just don’t understand
Cuz! I never thought it was part of the plan
This saltwater cowboy just wants to know
How did they hijack the rainbow?
I swear I’m gonna take it back
It’ll be another rainbow hijack
I’ll give it to all the boys, girls
And the leprechaun too
With a pot of gold
Like the story’s told
This salt water cowboy’s here to say
Let’s take our rainbow back
It’s God’s promise to the world
So I want to know
How did they hijack the rainbow?
This must be what you call population control
God said repopulate the earth
I’m living life the way God said
In my heart and in my head
I pray before I eat or go to bed
So this saltwater cowboy wants to know
How did they hijack the rainbow
I want to be heard
I’m gonna spread the word
MOMMA
Momma bought me my first guitar
I played half the day and half the night
When momma asked me
“Son, what do you want”?
I’d say momma I want to be a Saltwater Cowboy
Momma I want a maid to wash my cloths and make my bed
A cook to keep me fed
I’d say momma I want to sing
On that circle of wood
In Nashville Tennessee
At the Grand Ol’ Opre
I’d say momma I want to open up for George Straight
One Day!
Look at all the records he made
And how many times he got the number one
Momma that’s my goal as your son
I learned long ago the guitar is not a toy
Now I’m a saltwater cowboy
After years of practice
Thanks to you
I play the guitar the way I do and I sing a little too
Momma I dedicate this song to you
It’s your son saying “Thank You Momma”
“I Love You”
SENSE
When little Laura Engill’s explained it
It made a lot of sense
Lessons learned in life
The more you love
The more you hurt
Believe in God and you’re
Sure to be alright
Through even though the wind of a hurricane
Late at night
Remember Ike covered the gulf
He was damn near as big as Texas
He roared louder than
A lion, when he came a shore
Ike came from the back
Like a sneak attack—But
We knew the tv said it was true
There was a big bad one coming for me and you
The news said certain death to anyone who stayed
If it would of, it could of
Hit us like Roll Over Pass
We would of lost each other
And all we love
When little Laura Engill’s explained
It made real life, story book sense
FOURTH OF JULY
We’ll sing for sand-dollars
It’s the best pay
Nothing beats the sunshine on the bay
And hanging out all day
Then at night we play
Hoping a few treasures comes our way
Tomorrow we’ll be sitting on the beach
With a drink in our hand
Talking about the band
Watching the waves crash onto the land
Washing away a little more sand
No watches, No clocks
Were saltwater cowboys
We tell time by the sun
Cuz when it goes down
The night has begun
Everyone’s having fun
Were playing at the Poop Deck
Fire work’s poppin
On the Fourth of July
Singing the Stars Spangle Banner
Even the people walking by sang along
That night that feeling was strong
We all felt the American bond
Those fireworks were like a magic wand
That sparkled in the night
For a moment it felt like
The whole world was right
So we’ll continue to sing for sand dollars
It’s the best of pay
Hoping a few treasures come our way
Written By Esther Marie and Cowboy Ronnie
NOT OK
Trying to unwind
I find myself holding the Bible
Open to Genesis 9
Reading how God’s Promise is sealed
With the gift of a beautiful Rainbow
Reading how God wanted us all to repopulate earth
Continue to give birth
So how can I accept this lifestyle you choose!
When I still believe you must of hit your head
And got a bruise, Cuz to me!
It’s just not ok
NO ONE IS BORN TH
AT WAY
And I wasn’t born yesterday
I promise this, It’s True!
I don’t have the patient’s of Jobe
Or wear a purple robe
I’m country, I believe
The way I believe
You can’t change my mind
I’ve heard of your kind
I think it’s a crime
Unnatural
Against Gods Will
I’m country long before
After and Until
Judgement Day comes my way
And everyone reads my last will
I was taught what I believe
Whys that so hard to conceive
We all know
GOD made Eve for Adam
Not Steve
Country In Music
Let’s put the country back in country music
Right Now
Let’s put God back in our country
Somehow
It ain’t too late to turn it around
With Hope, Faith and Belief
And some country sound
What’s coming out of Nashville today
Comes from LA
And that old true country sound isn’t around
Hank would roll over
Patsy and Loretta Too
I say Houston’s the new Nashville now
Let the cowboys take a bow
Plain and Simple
When they hear music
They dance around
Tap their feet and slap their knee
That’s country
Written by Esther Marie and Cowboy Ronnie
Little Things
I like to do things for you
Like I did when you were little
Tell stories and teach you
To take a piece of wood and widdle
And how to play a fiddle
Grandpa taught me years ago
When we used a rake and hoe
How to plant a straight row
Along with a whole lot of
What I know
Grandma taught my sister
Your, Aunt Naomi
How to glue macaroni on cardboard
Make’s something called art
Aunt Naomi is really smart, she’s a teacher
She went to school—A long time
She practices the Golden rule
Me, I generally looked away
Makes me wonder
Who’s the bigger fool!
Now that we’re all out of school
I still like to do things
I did for you
When you were little
I remember
Dad and the boys made a batch of peanut brittle
Soon calling Mom away from the sewing machine
Not the computer for help
No! Not ever the computer
She could sew silk as well as leather
And she liked to do things for me when I was little
Some days we would just piddle
DOWN HOME SALTWATER COUNTRY
Little Boys, Big Boys
And
Saltwater Cowboys
Want to play
Ride seahorses out in the bay
After a long hard day
A Saltwater cowboy will play some good Ol’ music
You know that has that way back sound
The one where Grandpa starts
Tappin’ his foot, and slappin’ his knee
That sound, that country sound
That makes everybody dance around
Like the country folk did back when
They listened to Lorretta Lynn on the radio
Went to the picture show on Saturday night
Listen to that steel guitar
That’s the sound of a smoke filled bar
Or a down home Texas, back yard BBQ
Where you see real true country
Everyone gets a chance to steal the show
Don’t you know!
Make the people dance
Or sneak off and share a little romance
Aunt Joyleen will be tappin’ her tambourine
Uncle Joe will blow in a bottle
He found layin’ on the ground
Wow! What a sound
Mr. Lee will click some spoons on his knee
For everyone to hear and most to see
We call that down home saltwater country
You mind your manners
It doesn’t matter if you bottle or breast feed
You always listen to what Ma said
Or Pa took you to the wood shed
No Ifs! No Ands! No Buts! About it
That’s Down Home Saltwater Country
The place I call home
So what if I was born in Rome
For over twenty-five years I’ve partied
At the Astro-Dome
I saw a few concerts there
George Straight is great
So is ZZ Top
Hold up. Stop!
I’ve been to the rodeo
More than once
Rode a carnival ride
With the one I love by my side
When we left the mid-way, the night was all but done
So I headed back to the coast
Down interstate 45
Cuz’ Galveston’s not too far to drive
Not from Houston anyhow
Everyone knows once you hit that causeway
In your mind, it’s like bells chime
And soon you find you’re on island time
Little Girls Big Girls
Little Boys Big Boys
Saltwater Cowgirls and Saltwater Cowboys
Want to play
Today just like Yesterday
And ride a seahorse out in the bay
After a long hard day, at home, at work, at school
That’s how down home Saltwater Cowboys rule
They wear shirts that match and their very own hat
DOPE NOPE
If your gonna play the game
Get in it to win it
Compete, throw a king rope
Don’t do dope
It makes you incomplete, goofy, impaired
You know, not right
Then the bands not tight
And we don’t sound right
The way we would’a, could’a, should’a
Don’t you know at your age
Dope, will get you locked in a cage
Throw a king rope
Lasso something worth something not nothing
Cuz’ nothin’ is just air
And it’s not fair to the rest of the guys
That would’a, could’a, should’a sounded good
All through the neighborhood
So don’t do dope
Throw a king rope
STEPPIN OUT THE DOOR
There’s not a honky-tonk in Texas
That can hold her when she’s out on that dance floor
There’s not a honky-tonk in Texas that can hold her
Cuz she two stepped right out the door
Well I met her in a Honky-Tonk in Dallas
She had on some tight fittin’ jeans
When she came walkin’ past me
I asked her to dance
The band was playing her favorite song
Keith Whitley
Now she’s dancing with me
The night seemed to last forever
The memory so clear in my mind
A feeling came over me
I was holding an angel on the dance floor
And that angel was holding me
I held her close to me and she followed my lead
Soon “Amarillo by morning” was playing
I couldn’t believe what my heart was saying
There’s not a honky-tonk in Texas that can tame her
When she two step’s out on that dance floor
Lord know’s what I did wrong on that dance floor
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sp; Cuz’ when we got home
She threw a fit and was gone, it didn’t take long
I guess I won’t see her anymore
That’s for sure
Look out! I’m goin’ back out
I need some of that—there, two step cure
A chance to make a woman purr
Cuz’ she two stepped right out my door
Lord knows what I did wrong
Standing in line to pay for the stuff we bought
At the grocery store
I still don’t understand, why we fought
I didn’t do anything wrong
I just forgot to get you a Ding Dong
Honey, I’m gonna ask you once more
Won’t you please two step right back in the door
Written By Aster Marie and Cowboy Ronnie
NOT AGAIN
The doctor asked
How was I dealing with the heat?
Staying in the AC!
I said
Cuz’ The bitch is in my pocket
And she gets out a little too often
Especially when she gets hot
My Mother and My Husband see her the most
The Ugly
Selfish
Rude
Just plain sarcastic person I become
When I get to hot !
TALL & STRONG
She’s Tall and Strong
Close, so close to the edge of land
Looking at the water and the sand
Did you hear—Do you care
About the girl who got lost at the county fair
Or the lady that just came in to dry her hair
One in the same, she has angels on her side
With each kiss they left a freckle behind
The name has always been Marie
She’s been told she’s nothing more than a bitch
By the warlock named Love
That chose her to reign as the Gulf Witch
Now when she screams, Oh weeee!!!
You know there’s a party down in Galveston
Where the gulf breeze blows
She wears a sailor hat
She’s the black cat at the Poop Deck club
A ship on shore, Pub
Where the Elite meet in their bare-feet
It seems she finally has it all
Standing proud, Standing tall
Back up and give her some room
Hey there she goes crawling through a broom
NO FACE
They were doing unnatural things
When I read ‘Sodom and Gamora’
All it tells me is God didn’t agree
With the “I was born that way” analogy
He destroyed that place called Sodom
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