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(# 34 top country album)

Brent Rowan, Fred Newell, Jack Eubanks - guitar
Sonny Garrish - steel
Joe Osborn, Larry Paxton - bass
Eddie Bayers - drums
Rob Hajacos, Hoot Hester, Blaine Sprouse, Bruce Watkins - fiddle
David Briggs, Shane Keister, Willie Ransford - piano/keyboards
Johnny Gore - sax
Strings:
The A Strings
Vocals:
Glen Campbell, Buddy Cannon, Ted Hewitt, Melba Montgomery,
Willie Nelson, Jerry Reid, Ernie Rowell, Joe Scaife, Brian Sterling
Arrangements by Kris Wilkinson
Recorded:
1983, Music Mill, Nashville
© Sawgrass Music, BMI
(# 10 country hit)
© Sawgrass Music, BMI
Now and then an old friend tries to help me
By telling me there's someone that I should meet
Hey, but I don't have the heart to start all over
Cause my heart is laying at another's feet
You just don't put new patches on old garments
Hey I don't want no one else on my mind
I just don't need nobody new to cling to Lord
Cause I still love someone I've known a long long time
I have built my world around a memory
And she's the only one that I let in
Cause every time I've tried to love somebody Lord
In my mind I'm loving her again
You just don't put new patches on old garments,,,
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© Sawgrass Music, BMI
© Kit Music, ASCAP
© Sheddhouse Music, ASCAP
© Sawgrass Music, BMI
Well there's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothin' can compare to it no matter how you try
Nevada never closes New York City's got bright lights
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Everybody's goin' San Antonio on a Saturday night
River walkin' talkin' western swingin' singin'
Songs of love and yellow roses
There's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
It's honky tonkin' heaven underneath that lone star sky
You can lose your blues in Mexico with their women and their wine
Cause it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Well there's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothing can compare to it no matter how you try
Colorado's mighty friendly with your Rocky Mountain high
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
When the sun goes down it's time to paint the town
That's when you hear those fiddles play
From Dallas to Del Rio and up to Amarillo
They'll be dancin' in the streets
Loud and rowdy howdy howdy haughty Lawdy
How I wish that I could be in Abilene
There's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothing can compare to it no matter how you try
Nevada never closes New York City's got bright lights
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
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© Millhouse Music, BMI
© Kit Music, ASCAP
© Ensign Music, BMI
© Sabal Music, BMI
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