Time to Put the Six-Shooters Down · 7 July 2003
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I guess that it’s time
To put the six-shooters down
It must be time to settle down
Maybe open a store in some little town
As long as I’m with you
Any old thing will do
I fought the range wars I’m a hired gun
I’ve worn a badge and I rode shot gun
For the stage
Started at an early age
I’ve shot at Jesse James and Doc Holiday
Whichever side of the law would put up the pay
Just a hired gun
But gettin’ shot at’s no fun
Chorus
When the shootin’ starts you know I never run
When I’m called out to fight I just go for my gun
I’ve got a steady hand
I always get my man
But I’ve taken some shots; lots of scars are mine
I’ve even got a slug lodged in the back of my spine
I got bushwhacked
It left a pain in my back
Chorus
I’ve met a woman or two in some little town
But not a one made me want to settle down
Until I met you
Now my totin’ days are through
I guess I’ll start ridin’ the range and hearding some cattle
Even though I’m not totin’ I can sit tall in the saddle
Or I can settle down
In some little town
Chorus
© 2003 Michael T. Miyoshi
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Give Me One More Chance · 6 July 2003
I set my old guitar down
Retired her for the night
Couldn’t play a single tune
So I sat down to write
I wrote of Rocky Mountain high
I wrote of tender love
But everything I wrote last night
You were the subject of
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I know I don’t deserve to get one more chance
To give you my time and show you romance
Don’t say it’s too late to show my love to you
Just come back to me and let my love shine through
I can’t believe you left me
I can’t believe it’s true
That I treated you so badly
Even though my love was true
You said that love and romance
Were all about my time
But even when we said I do
I couldn’t give you more of mine
Chorus
Can you ever forgive me
For the things that I have done
For not giving you my attention
For not going one-on-one
Please give me just one more chance
To show you that I care
To tell you that I love you
Just by being there
Chorus
© 2003 Michael T. Miyoshi
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I'm a Shooting Star · 5 July 2003
I’m just a kid from Duvall, a little ol’ town
They roll up the streets when the sun goes down
I gave my class ring to my high school sweetheart
People always say, “Hi,” when you walk down the street
Everybody’s a friend that you happened to meet
Those are the humble beginnings where I got my start
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Bright lights shining down on me
Spot lights are so bright I can hardly see
Are the people standing up
And cheering for me?
I’m just a country boy with country roots
Grew up wearing tennis shoes and cowboy boots
I can’t believe people think
That I’m a shooting star
Woke up this morning; didn’t know where I was
Traveling all night to get here left my head in a fuzz
It seems I never get to be anywhere close to home
People want my autograph; they think I’m a star
I guess I’ve come a ways since I only played in bars
The price of success is that I’ve got to roam
Chorus
I visit Mom and Dad at the old homestead
Sometimes just to visit and clear up my head
To them I’m just their boy not a shooting star
And when I walk down the street people just say, “Hi.”
Not an autograph to sign from any passersby
The comfort of home is being just who you are
Chorus
© 2003 Michael T. Miyoshi
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