GONNA GO ALREADY GONE Lyrics and Music by King Thurber © 2022 Horace Kingsley Thurber III; Alas Blancas Music, BMI Prologue: I’ve been called a hick by the best of them. He meant it as a compliment. 1. I’ve got fresh oil in my engine I’ve got new tires on the road I’ve got an ounce of prevention I’m Gonna Go I’m Already Gone 2. I see them hills on the horizon They may be mountains, I don’t know Just like the sun they’re a’risin’ I’m Gonna Go I’m Already Gone Refrain 1: Livin’ on the highway is all right with me Sometimes I’m happy but I’m always free Pullin’ out and pullin’ ahead I’ll keep drivin’ ‘til I think I’m dead 3. Was gonna leave here tomorrow Got all my bags packed today Don’t want no tears, regrets or sorrow I’m Gonna Go I’m Already Gone Refrain 3: Livin’ on the highway is all right with me I’m sometimes happy but I’m always free Pullin’ out and pullin’ ahead I’ll keep drivin’ ‘til I think I’m dead

The Whitest Shoes in Nashville Lyrics and Music by King Thurber © 2023 Horace Kingsley Thurber III; Alas Blancas Music, BMI Verse 1. Into town he drove His car was black as coal His pants were pressed His shoes shone like the moon Into the bar he walked The people ceased their talk He go on the stage and he began to croon. Verse 2. Oh the song I sing Has a sad familiar ring It’s a song of love A song of broken dreams Every day I die Every night I wonder why You left me for some custom faded jeans Chorus 1. I got the Whitest Shoes in Nashville And I wear them just for you I threw my Tony Lamas on the porch I got the Whitest Shoes in Nashville And to prove my love is true I pray my brand new Reeboks Will light the torch. Bridge 1. I got my Cadillac painted black I bought some big ole white sidewalls Round the custom tinted windshield I put a row of dingle balls. Esquire Solo Verse 3. Oh my taste in clothes Ain’t the finest I suppose My rhinestone shirts with sequins Aren’t the rage If my boots disgust I guess I really must Win your heart by trying to act your age. Chorus 2. I got the Whitest Shoes in Nashville And I wear them just for you I threw my Tony Lamas on the porch I got the Whitest Shoes in Nashville And to prove my love is true I pray my brand new Reeboks Will light the torch. Bridge 2. I got my Cadillac painted black I bought some big ole white sidewalls Round the custom tinted windshield I put a row of dingle balls. Reprise. Every day I die Every night I wonder why You left me for some custom faded jeans.

Down on the Farm Paul Barrere They all asked about you Down on the farm The cows asked, the pigs asked The horses asked, too All want to know why to the city You moved, changed your name to Kitty What's come over you? It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou They's all bawling 'bout you Down on the farm The cows bawl, the pigs bawl The horses bawl, too Miss you so much that crying's All we can do When you coming home Baby please make it soon It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou I hear you're working in a saloon I hear ya work from midnight 'til noon I might be from the woods But them hours don't sound so good What you doin’ in here Mama Roux? It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou You can't dance so I assume In a bag you couldn't carry a tune I might be from the woods But these hours don't sound so good What you doin' in here Mama Roux? It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou It ain't true; it ain't true, Linda Lou Say it ain't true, Linda Lou

SONNY AND LITTLE HEN Alas Blancas Music BMI Sonny plays poker every night ‘til dawn Didn’t lock the hen house door Rooster got-a-crowing way down the block Little Hen ain’t here no more Sonny eats breakfast everyday at three Didn’t check the back door lock Rooster selling gumbo red beans and rice Little Hen gonna take a walk Oh Sonny they’re gonna play you for a fool Oh Sonny they’re gonna send you back to school If your lack of attention gonna lose you affection Better play more cards at home Keep the back door locked Keep the cupboard stocked Little Hen gonna stay at home Sonny went swimmin’ down by the swamp Didn’t see that gator’s tail Sonny starts a splashin’ and the gator starts a thrashin’ And they both end up in jail Little Hen and Rooster ain’t struttin’ like they used to Cause the beans and rice went dry Sonny and the gator tell the jailer see ya later That’s all she wrote bye bye Oh Sonny they’re gonna play you for a fool Oh Sonny they’re gonna send you back to school If your lack of attention gonna lose you affection Better play more cards at home Keep the back door locked Keep the cupboard stocked Little Hen gonna come on home Please Oh Sonny they’re gonna play you for a fool Oh Sonny they’re gonna send you back to school If your lack of attention gonna lose you affection Better play more cards at home Keep the back door locked Keep the cupboard stocked Little Hen gonna stay at home Keep the back door locked Keep the cupboard stocked Little Hen gonna come on home

PANCHO AND LEFTY TOWNES VAN ZANDT Livin’ on the road my friend was supposed to keep you free and clean Now you wear your skin like iron and your breath is as hard as kerosene Weren’t you Mama’s only boy? Her favorite it seems She began to cry when you said good bye and sank into your dreams Pancho was a bandit, boy, his horse was fast as polished steel He wore his gun outside his pants for all the honest world to feel Pancho met his match you know in the desert down in Mexico And no one heard his dyin’ words. Ah, but that’s the way it goes All the Federales say we could have had him any day We only let him hang around out of kindness I suppose Lefty he can’t sing the blues all night long like he used to The dust that Pancho bit down south well it found its way to Lefty’s mouth The day they layed poor Pancho low Lefty split for Ohio Where he got the bread to go well there ain’t nobody knows All the Federales say we could have had him any day We only let him slip away out of kindness I suppose Poets tell how Pancho fell and Lefty’s living in a cheap hotel The desert’s dry and Clevelands’s cold and so the story ends we’re told Pancho needs your prayers it’s true but save a few for Lefty too He only did what he had to do and now he’s growin’ old All the Federales say we could have had him any day We only let him go so long out of kindness I suppose All the Federales say we could have had him any day We only let him fade away out of kindness I suppose

SUGARMAN SCHMITZ/THURBER ALAS BLANCAS MUSIC BMI 1. I WAS BORN IN A MISSISSIPPI TOWN DOWN BETWEEN THE SWAMP AND THE PINEY WOOD NOT MUCH TO FARM AND NOT MUCH TO PLOW FOLKS WOULD GET BY ON WHATEVER THEY COULD DAD HAD AN ITTY BITTY COUNTRY STORE FULL OF BEANS AND PEANUTS AND HAM ACROSSS THE ROAD FROM THE HONKY TONK AND THEY CALLED HIM THE SUGARMAN 2. CAN’T REALLY MAKE MUCH MONEY SELLIN’ CANNED GOODS OFF THE SHELF GOTTA FEED YOUR KIDS AND YOUR HONEY GOTTA LOOK AROUNG FOR SOMETHING ELSE ONE DAY A STRANGER WALKED UP TO MY DAD SAID “LISTEN NOW HERE’S THE DEAL. YOU DON’T HAVE TO SEE, YOU DON’T HAVE TO HEAR. JUST STOCK A LITTLE SUGAR AND WE’LL PAY THE BILL.” CH: SUGARMAN OH SUGARMAN IN A DRY COUNTY SUGARMAN OH SUGARMAN SELLIN’ SACKS OF SWEET SUGARMAN OH SUGARMAN GOTTA FEED YOUR FAMILY MOON SHINES DOWN IN THE BLACK OF NIGHT SUGAR DISAPPEARS BEFORE FIRST LIGHT 3. HAD A FLATBED STUDEBAKER TWO TON PILED HIGH WITH THE SACKS OF SWEET THEY’D COME AND GET THE SUGAR IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT LEAVE THE MONEY UNDERNEATH THE FRONT SEAT REVENUERS ASKED “WHO’S BUYING ALL THE SUGAR?’ DAD SAID “I REALLY DON’T KNOW. GUESS FOLKS AROUN HERE DRINK A LOT OF SWEET COFFEE.” THERE’S WATER UNDERGROUND THAT YOU’LL NEVER SEE FLOWIN’ CH: SUGARMAN OH SUGARMAN IN A DRY COUNTY SUGARMAN OH SUGARMAN SELLIN’ SACKS OF SWEET SUGARMAN OH SUGARMAN GOTTA FEED YOUR FAMILY MOON SHINES DOWN IN THE BLACK OF NIGHT SUGAR DISAPPEARS BEFORE FIRST LIGHT BR: NEVER KNEW WHO TOOK THE SUGAR NEVER KNEW WHO PAID THE BILL CURIOSITY NEVER MADE FRIENDS IN THE SWAMP SO I GUESS HE’S WONDERING STILL CH: REPEAT SUGARMAN OH SUGARMAN IN A DRY COUNTY SUGARMAN OH SUGARMAN SELLIN’ SACKS OF SWEET SUGARMAN OH SUGARMAN GOTTA FEED YOUR FAMILY