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Tough Love Woman
02:21
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Tough Love Woman
Ana Cristina Cash, Shawn Camp. True Gift Music Publishing, LLC (ASCAP), Scamporee Music, (BMI)-International Dog Music, (BMI).
I'm not the kinda girl who's gonna waste my time
Stepping out trying to make you mine.
If you want me baby show me now
I need a full grown man who wont back down
'cause I'm a tough love woman.
I could chase you around town in my high heel shoes
Like a puppy dog crying the blues
Why pour on the tears, what's the use?
You're all talk and no do.
I'm just about done with waiting around
While you hang out in every bar town
Drinking with the boys that rot gut booze
You think you're winning, but your about to lose
This tough love woman.
Don't keep thinking you can string me along
Or it wont be long before I'm gone
You think you're right, you're so wrong
I'm gonna break your heart, if this keeps on
I'm not the kinda girl who'd waste my time
Kissing up to you trying to make you mine
Your game's about end in a world of pain
I'm gonna wreck your life like a hurricane
'cause I'm a tough love woman
I'm a tough love woman
I'm a tough love woman
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2. |
Southern Roots
04:51
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Southern Roots
Ana Cristina Cash, John Carter Cash. Southern Roots. Ana Cristina Cash, John Carter Cash. True Gift Music Publishing, LLC (ASCAP), Auriga Ra Music (ASCAP).
Way down south in no man's land
was a good wife dealt a dirty hand
Her man's head just wasn't right
He got sick drunk most every night
He married her for her daddy's money
And to spread the seed of his family tree
She married for love and the sake of the heart
But all the good had fallen apart
There's a tree grows tall by the waterside
'cause it's standing on southern roots
and you don't mess around with the girls in the south
'cause the mommas teach the girls to shoot
Well he woke up sick with a pain in his head
She brought him coffee and breakfast in bed
She rubbed his feet and gave a smile
And said "Can we take a walk in a while?"
He came back home from a pistol fight
Stoned and drunk in the middle of the night
He hit her hard with the butt of his gun
That's the moment she came undone
She took a shovel down to the creek
And dug a hole three wide six deep
Back at the house her eyes did shine
She said, "Sweetie, fresh air will clear your mind"
There's a tree grows tall by the waterside
'cause it's standing on southern roots
and you don't mess around with the girls in the south
'cause the mommas teach the girls to shoot
She looked pretty with the wind in her hair
With the smell of tupelo in the air
She kissed his lips and the deed was done
She shot him twice with her momma's gun
There's a tree grows tall by the waterside
'cause it's standing on southern roots
and you don't mess around with the girls in the south
'cause the mommas teach the girls to shoot
There's a tree grows tall by the waterside
'cause it's standing on southern roots
and you don't mess around with the girls in the south
'cause the mommas teach the girls to shoot
He lays beneath the Spanish moss
Where all her pain was finally lost
she planted a live oak right on his grave
and the tree grows taller every day
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3. |
The Cost of Love
02:35
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The Cost of Love
Ana Cristina Cash, Bill Miller. True Gift Music Publishing, LLC (ASCAP); Big Yellow Horse Publishing, Chocolate Soda Music (both admin by Moon and Musky Music, BMI).
Wont you lay down… would you lay down your life for me?
Would you stay around… would you stay all night for me?
Or you'll pay the price,
So you'd better know the cost of love
Just hold me,
I need to know that you're the one
Will you stand by me?
If this life comes undone…
Your gonna pay the price so you'd better know the cost of love
If you ain't got no interest
Honey, just keep your change
'cause my love, my love is debt free
And you ain't worth the pain
Am I the only one, I want to know if your heart is true
Are you the devil in disguise?
'cause I'm calling out to you
Or you'll pay the price so you'd better know the cost of love
Yeah you'll pay the price so you'd better know the cost of love
You're gonna pay the price so you'd better know the cost of love.
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4. |
Busted
03:10
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Busted
Ana Cristina Cash, Jodi Marr. True Gift Music Publishing, LLC (ASCAP), Little Ruth Music (ASCAP).
Velvet suit, and piano hands,
He's got his hair slicked back like Cary Grant
And he's smooth on a baby grand
Crimson smoke like grenadine
My partner in crime, he touches me like he
Tickles them ivories
Playing for the tip jar every night
He hasn't made too far but he might,
I sing it, swing it while he plays
We'll get outta here someday
Cause were busted, busted
But we feel diamond dusted
Even if we've got nothing
Were rich in love and that's good enough for me
Woven sequins siren red
I'm draped on the piano like a feather bed
And he says baby, you were born for this
I got my hairspray, satin applique
But he sees me like he's got x-ray
In his eyes, he keeps me electrified
Playing for the tip jar every night
We haven't made too far but we might,
I sing it, swing it while he plays
And we know what it takes
Were busted, busted
But we feel diamond dusted
Even if we've got nothing
Were rich in love and that's good enough for me
Maybe its crazy, living on dustbowl dreams
Of fame of fortune, and silver screens
Cause were busted, busted
But we feel diamond dusted
Even if we've got nothing
Were rich in love and that's good enough for me
Cause were busted, busted
But we feel diamond dusted
Even if we've got nothing
Were rich in love and that's good enough for me
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5. |
Seminole Wind
03:51
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6. |
Move Along Baby
02:20
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Move Along Baby
Ana Cristina Cash, John Carter Cash. True Gift Music Publishing, LLC (ASCAP), Auriga Ra Music (ASCAP).
Well you're the man
Who talks the talks
But you big headed and you lost my heart
So I said move along baby, move along baby
Oh, since you ain't got love then you'd better move along
I saw you flirtin' Betty
And Peggy Sue,
Now your hangin' your head like you got them blues
Cause I caught you red handed, caught you red handed
Oh I caught you red handed, you're a two timing son of a gun
Oh you, travelin' salesmen
Jack of all trades
No I aint gonna buy what your sellin' to me
You gotta move along baby, move along baby
'cause If you're damaged goods then you'd better move along
No I don't want no hand me downs
I'm a woman of means, don't mess with me
You spin your words like threads of gold,
Then you try them on some poor old soul…
Well you're the man
Who talks the talk
But your head got big and you broke my heart
So I said move along baby, move along baby
oh, since you ain't got love then you'd better move along
oh since you got no love then you'd better move along
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Ana Cristina Cash Nashville, Tennessee
ANA CRISTINA CASH is an American singer-songwriter, raised in Miami, FL. She grew up listening to music from many different genres, and writes first from the heart. Her recordings exhibit a broad vocal range, spanning from an expressive and resonating contralto to an amazingly high coloratura soprano, exhibiting what is known to some as a "whistle register". She currently resides in Nashville, TN. ... more
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