Playing The Best In New Indie Country Music
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I'm just not quite my best, too far behind to catch a breath. Tomorrow seems like a good day, to do things a different way. I'm gonna wake up at the sunrise, feel the birds on the night. Gonna say my prayers and drink some tea and exercise. Tomorrow seems like a good day, to do things a different way. So tonight I'm gonna knock it all on the box house with all my friends. It don't matter cause tomorrow I'm gonna change because I said it. So tonight I'm gonna visit all the gold diggers, why the hell not? Tomorrow I'm gonna fight that habit that I never fought. Tonight I'm gonna live it up, my life's not deranged. Cause tomorrow I'm gonna change. Tomorrow I'm gonna change. I'm still this bread on crumbling bread, been living too long in the red. Tomorrow seems like a good day, to do things a different way. I'm gonna throw out the junk from my yard and the past. Gonna go for my dreams and find a love that can last. Tomorrow seems like a good day, to do things a different way. So tonight I'm gonna knock it all on the box house with all my friends. It don't matter cause tomorrow I'm gonna change because I said it. So tonight I'm gonna visit all the gold diggers, why the hell not? Tomorrow I'm gonna fight that habit that I never fought. Tonight I'm gonna live it up, my life's not deranged. Cause tomorrow I'm gonna change. Tomorrow I'm gonna change. The morning came and I can't get out of bed. I know I'm breaking every promise that I said. I'm just not feeling steady, ready or right. So I say I need just one more night. Tomorrow seems like a better day, to do things a different way. I can either knock it all on the box house with all my credit. Or I can stay at home and change the day because I said it. Oh yeah, I can either visit all the gold diggers for one more night. Or I can stomp it back and forth and never end in fight. It's time for me to buckle up, sit here and be arrayed. Cause today I'm gonna change. Today I'm gonna change. Today I'm gonna change. Today I'm gonna change. Today I'm gonna change. Today I'm gonna change. Today I'm gonna change. Today I'm gonna change. Today I'm gonna change. Today I'm gonna change. Today I'm gonna change. Today I'm gonna change. Ladies and gentlemen, it's time. The show starts in 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 0 Are you ready? It's show time. Please welcome to Julie. I don't know what tomorrow holds, honey, but I'mma be holding you. Girl, there's a lot of times we don't know how we're gonna get by. But we always find a way. I break my back to make ends meet. Ten long hours standing on my feet. Not a hole I've left at the end of every day. Never knowing what'll break down next. But something always will. And I'm tired of giving my whole check just to barely pay the bill. I don't know what tomorrow holds, honey, but I'mma be holding you. When you wrap me up, little mama, I know we're gonna make it through. We could worry about it all night if you wanna, but what good's it gonna do? I don't know what tomorrow holds, honey, but I'mma be holding, I'mma be holding you. Now and then we have those days where you both just walk away. Lay the hell with what we've done. You're the one thing I can never leave. And ain't another woman that can handle me. And I don't mind the fighting, just making up fun. Anytime we disagree, there ain't no need to cry. We can take it to the sheets where we won't see our eyes. I don't know what tomorrow holds, honey, but I'mma be holding you. When you wrap me up, little mama, I know we're gonna make it through. We could worry about it all night if you wanna, but what good's it gonna do? I don't know what tomorrow holds, honey, but I'mma be holding, I'mma be holding you. All we've got is each other, baby, so take it all off and let's go crazy. We both know just what I wanna do. I don't know what tomorrow holds, honey, but I'mma be holding you. When you wrap me up, little mama, I know we're gonna make it through. We could worry about it all night if you wanna, but what good's it gonna do? I don't know what tomorrow holds, honey, but I'mma be holding, I'mma be holding you. When you wrap me up, little mama, I know we're gonna make it through. We could worry about it all night if you wanna, but what good's it gonna do? I don't know what tomorrow holds, honey, but I'mma be holding, I'mma be holding you. Oh, I'mma be holding you. Oh, I'mma be holding you. And we are live tonight at the Pierce Arrow Theater right here in Branson on Shepherd of the Hills Expressway and the Nashville Roadhouse Live Show gonna take the stage at 8 p.m. Central Time tonight. I've got a couple of great radio interviews scheduled for tonight, though. First up, Mr. Richard Lynch from the Richard Lynch Band in Waynesville, Ohio. And then second, Mr. Davey McGee is gonna join us on the program tonight. You'll get to hear the stories behind their songs, and I've got lots of great country music loaded up as well in a full three-hour show of what we call New Country's Best. I want to give a thank you and shout out to all of the radio stations that replay the program, great ones like KUHS Denver at KUHSDenver.com, Country Road 58 from Germany, CountryRadio.MusicBox4Friends.com from Belgium, DevilsCountryRadio.com, RadioTheKing.be from Belgium, WVMIRadio.com, DownTheRoadRadio.com from Ireland. We are on Bourbon Trail Radio, Top Shelf Radio Texas, LakeParadiseRecords.net. We are also on Zeno FM. You can check us out on Zeno FM, the radio player on our website, CanyonStar.tv. I want to thank them for playing the Tim Kelly Show, and they are also playing one of our TV channels right now. Classic Country Television is on CanyonStar.tv, and soon Indie Country Television will be over there as well. You can check out the Tim Kelly Show on iHeartRadio, Spotify, Amazon Music, Pandora, wherever you listen to podcasts, just search the Tim Kelly Show. Up next, how about my good friend Stevie Lee Woods, who will be performing live tonight at the Branson Theatre here at Pierce Arrow with the Nashville Roadhouse Live Show. This one has a video to it on our TV channel. It is a fun song called Put A Little Ketchup On It from Stevie Lee Woods on the Tim Kelly Show from KICR, Indie Country Radio, New Country's Best on a special Saturday night. He was six years old and he didn't know what life was all about When his mama introduced him to his first bunch of sprouts He took one bite and said, Mama, this stuff makes me wanna hurl She pointed at him and said, Son, there are kids stompin' all over this world Put a little ketchup on it, it'll help you go down easy Some things in life are hard to swallow, but trust me and believe me There'll be a little sunshine, and there's gonna be a little bit of rain When it's hard to do the right thing, just smile and don't complain Put a little ketchup on it Now he's a newlywed, and he sure loves a beautiful wife She is almost perfect, but she can't cook to save her life He's all about saying something, but he knows there's a better way He grabs that old red bottle, cause he can hear his mama say Put a little ketchup on it, it'll help you go down easy Some things in life are hard to swallow, but trust me and believe me There'll be a little sunshine, and there's gonna be a little bit of rain When it's hard to do the right thing, just smile and don't complain Put a little ketchup on it If it's fake, if it's toasted, if it's fried, if it's roasted Don't ask what you're gonna make, cause you don't like the way it tastes Put a little ketchup on it, it'll help you go down easy Some things in life are hard to swallow, but trust me and believe me There'll be a little sunshine, and there's gonna be a little bit of rain When it's hard to do the right thing, just smile and don't complain Put a little ketchup on it Put a little ketchup on it A little handketchup on it Put a little ketchup on it Caught you lookin' at me, I pretended not to notice Talkin' that shit in my seat, wearin' that jacket like you stole it Started hangin' out, droppin' smiles, then a kiss and then a few Lookin' back, I didn't know that one-night stands were turnin' Two-night stands, one side to the bed, two lamps goin' out When I lay my head on your chest in the sun, feel the rhymes start pourin' Grab the two cups of coffee in the mornin', we're just havin' fun Wasn't lookin' for the one, not forever, wasn't part of my plan But that one-night stand put a ring on my hand, and I wound up with two-night stands Can't believe that night was our last first kiss I smiled and said, I'd never do things like this Now we start at the same mailbox, and the same last name Turns out goin' home with you, best bad decision I ever made Two-night stands, one side to the bed, two lamps goin' out When I lay my head on your chest in the sun, feel the rhymes start pourin' Grab the two cups of coffee in the mornin', we're just havin' fun Wasn't lookin' for the one, not forever, wasn't part of my plan But that one-night stand put a ring on my hand, and I wound up with two-night stands Two-night stands, one side to the bed, two lamps goin' out When I lay my head on your chest in the sun, feel the rhymes start pourin' Grab the two cups of coffee in the mornin', we're just havin' fun Wasn't lookin' for the one, not forever, wasn't part of my plan But that one-night stand put a ring on my hand, and I wound up with two-night stands Grab the two cups of coffee in the mornin', we're just havin' fun Wasn't lookin' for the one, not forever, wasn't part of my plan But that one-night stand put a ring on my hand, and I wound up with two-night stands How about two fun songs in a row? Her name is Kylie Morgan, and that is her latest single. It is called Two-Night Stands, and good twist on that one, isn't it? I love it. Well, this next artist is from the great state of Texas, and he makes great country music. This is called Baby, It's You from Clay Hollis. On the Tim Kelly Show from KICR Indie Country Radio, New Country Best on this Saturday Night Special live from the Pierce Arrow Theater in Branson, Missouri. Everywhere I go, every time I turn around I see people in love all over this town And I think to myself, that'll never be me Funny how things change in the blink of an eye But you walked in that Friday night Now I'm right where I never knew I was meant to be Baby, it's you Oh, baby, it's you Now it's goodbyes only It's you and me only My world would be blue Don't know what I'd do So keep your arms around me Just look up and find me Oh, baby, it's you There's a smile on my face Never been there before All my friends say it's nothing But I swear that she's more It might sound a little crazy, but maybe Baby, it's you Oh, baby, it's you Now it's goodbyes only It's you and me only My world would be blue Don't know what I'd do So keep your arms around me Just look up and find me Oh, baby, it's you Baby, it's you Oh, baby, it's you Now it's goodbyes only It's you and me only My world would be blue Don't know what I'd do So keep your arms around me Just look up and find me It's driving me crazy Thinking about her lately Oh, baby, it's you Baby, it's you It's me She was off in Texas He's in Tennessee A long-distance love affair There's no way to be So he told her He was Texas bound He couldn't wait to hold her When he got to town When he knocked upon her door His life changed for sure Their eyes met and it was said We won't be single no more I knew her speed and skip a beat Their love is there for sure A love so sweet it can't be beat This love forevermore . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 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