The Duel
All songs written by Allison Moorer and Butch Primm




I Ainít Giving Up On You


I always toss it in when things get heavy
Wash my hands and leave Ďem high and dry
Iíve put Ďem to the wind like confetti
But a lady has a right to change her mind

I ainít giving up on you
I ainít giving up on you

By owning up to this Iím breaking the promise
I made when I was on the losing end
To tell the truth itís hard being honest
When there is something else that might break again

I ainít giving up on you
I ainít giving up on you

The tin hornís jumping off the deep end
Betting on a million-to-one shot
All I want to do is break even
And youíre the best chance I got

I ainít giving up on you
I ainít giving up on you




Baby Dreamer


Thereís a foreign movie
Up on your silver screen
Black and white and silent
If you donít count the screams

From where you are sitting
It all seems so real
Everyone whoís seen it
Knows the way you feel

Wake up baby dreamer
Wipe the sleep from your eyes
Look behind the curtain
Such a beautiful sunrise

Sometimes a flight of fancy
Falls down from the clouds
You donít have to worry
For crying out loud

Wake up baby dreamer
Wipe the sleep from your eyes
Look behind the curtain
Such a beautiful sunrise




Melancholy Polly

Melancholy Polly spills her guts on stage
She canít get her jollies any other way
Safe inside the music and the melody
Polly gets to lose it and no one can see

She is not a starlet with a red guitar
Just an easy target for a broken heart
Peddling her story up there all alone
Is another allegory carved in stone

She would ransom her fate
If she had some escape
But her words are a curse
Every rhyme every line and verse

In front of the footlights Polly takes a bow
Waves and says her goodnight to the drunken crowd
When the house is clapping she knows what it means
Her life only happens for a song to sing




Believe You Me

The cuckoo clock quit chirping
The bird fell out and died
Spent its whole life working
And never learned to fly
It ran out of time

A man jumped in the river
To wash away his sin
In his religious fervor
Forgot he couldnít swim
No one saved his skin

Believe you me
I want to believe in you
Believe you me
I want to believe I do

A woman works the corner
Of Hollywood and Vine
No one can afford her
But we stand in line
ĎCause her love is blind

Believe you me
I want to believe in you
Believe you me
I want to believe I do




One On The House

Mister bartender Iím speaking the truth
When I tell you my mouth is bone dry
Iíd love four fingers of your hundred proof
But Iíve run smack dab into hard times

Wasted my fortune on having a ball
Hit the bottle like a calf at a cow
What Iím gonna ask you takes a whole lotta gall
Do me a favor and give me one on the house
One on the house

Canít say Iím proud of this life of mine
But begging is brand new to me
I cross my heart Iíll buy you one next time
As soon as Iím back on my feet

Mister bartender you wonít be the first
To hear what I say and have doubts
You can question my honesty but not my thirst
Do me a favor and give me one on the house
One on the house

Gimme one on the house
One on the house
Iím just a poor soul who wants to get soused
Gimme one on the house





All Aboard

Bandwagon rides for free
Satisfaction guaranteed
Fall in line and let it take you farther
Hurry up theyíre going fast
This special offer will not last
All aboard yells the main street barker

All aboard, all aboard
All aboard, all aboard

Sign up and get a flag
Wear it proudly you can brag
To the fools who didnít volunteer
Some restrictions do apply
Watch your mouth and close your eyes
And we allow no yellow foreign queers

All aboard, all aboard
All aboard, all aboard

A team of old white studs
Pulls this rolling country club
Climb right on in and take a seat
Down the beaten path weíll run
High stepping to the drummerís drum
And if you donít love it you can leave

All aboard, all aboard
All aboard, all aboard




The Duel

In this cemetery mist
Stands a newborn atheist
Even if you do exist
Youíre far from almighty
Flesh and bloodís a sissy fit
Deathís a gold glove pugilist
And everyday itís hit or miss
Thatís what I believe

I stared at my polished shoes
In front of your wooden pews
Prayed and prayed donít let me lose
What my heart adores
Are miracles old-fashioned news
No healing hands were ever used
Faithfulness was my excuse
Tell me what was yours

I donít know how many rounds
Are left in me Ďtil I stay down
And thereís no telling where Iím bound
But one thing Iím sure of
The king of kings has lost his crown
Itís buried here in marble town
In the god forsaken ground
With my only love




When Will You Ever Come Down

Joyrides for the pain
Sparkling in your brain
Nothing's there just a haze
Swallowing up your days
When will you ever come down
When will you ever come down

All you have is what you need
All you make are enemies
Can't believe what went wrong
Why you've been gone so long
When will you ever come down
When will you ever come down

Who is the monster in the mirror
With the sorry eyes
You've never seen it any clearer
And you're terrified

Circling 'round and 'round
Looking for the lost and found
Dragon's teeth you have sown
Make it hard to come back home
When will you ever come down
When will you ever come down
When will you ever come down
When will you ever come down




Louise is in the Blue Moon

The coolsville country sheriff
Got tired of southern charm
And traded in his lonesome badge
For a lady on his arm

Old Danny leads the well-dressed
In a god box by the sea
Armed only with an ancient tongue
And a gut string on his knee

Louise is in the blue moon
Putting up her dukes
Walking on rocky socks
Punching numbers on a juke

The handsome riverboat gambler
Is holed up in some motel
Heís dealing with new players
Who know the game real well

And Skinnyís off his rocker
He left it on the road
And even though heíll miss it
He had to let it go

Louise is in the blue moon
Putting up her dukes
Sheís walking on rocky socks
Punching numbers on a juke




Once Upon a Time She Said

Just getting by is getting old
Locked up inside this pigeonhole
Breaking my back with my bare hands
Some of us canít some of us can

I donít have it in me
A bullet needs a gun
And in the land of plenty
They need a champion
Iím one more of many
Not a lion in the sun

Been hanging 'round and holding on
Here underground way too long
Losing my mind digging for gold
All I can find as life unfolds is

I donít have it in me
A bullet needs a gun
And in the land of plenty
They need a champion
Iím one more of many
Not a lion in the sun

Itís unpopular
To be unpopular
Itís unpopular
To be unpopular

Isnít it sad the ending
Wonít be a happy one
Iím one more of many
Not a lion in the sun




Sing Me to Sleep

As a child I wept I was afraid
That if I slept I would not wake
But slumber came until the dawn
When Mama sang a bedtime song

Now as darkness falls on my last day
Casting a pall on where I lay
Let me make one last request
Before I take eternal rest

Sing me to sleep while I close my eyes
A soft and sweet lullaby
Iím asking please donít say goodbye
Sing me to sleep one more time