About "The Last One To Know" album:
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"The Last One To Know" by Reba Mcentire, which consists of 8 songs.
I've Still Got The Love We Made
You know I can't find the letters you wrote to me in school.
And that shoebox full of photographs got lost in my last move.
I gave away that old twin bed where you and I first laid.
But after all this time, I've still got the love we made.
And that old beat up car we dated in, finally turned to rust.
And the first rose that you gave me, oh it finally turned to dust.
But all those tender nights we shared are never gonna fade.
Cause after all this time I've still got the love we made.
I've got every feeling we felt when touched.
Cause even though fell apart I kept a part of us.
I Don't Want To Be Alone
My nerves are shot, the coffee's cold.
Wish that I could be so bold as to walk right up to you and say what I think.
I don't now what you think of me.
And I know everyone can see I'm crazy about you and always will be.
Where's women's lib when you need it the most.
Or what is mama who said you're not suppose to flaunt yourself like that as to no in between.
Or maybe it's not that I'm afraid, it's just that the last move I made
Embarrased me to death and made me want to hide.
So if you've ever been embarrased before meet me half way and I'll know for sure.
At least we'll still be friends if I mess up again.
I Don't Want To Mention Any Names
I've got a story to tell, would you mind listening.
I can always count on you we're such good friends.
And I need to talk about my situation and you're the only one who'll understand.
Now someone's got designs on my baby.
She's making her intentions very plain.
We both know this ole gal that I'm talking about, but I don't want to mention any names.
Well she's asked him to slow dance way too often.
She's made suggestions I don't like at all.
I'm trying to let her know that I'm wise to her game, but I don't wanna mention any names.
Just Across The Rio Grande
The lights of Laredo dance on the water and shine in a young man's eyes.
Who stand on the border and dreams of paradise.
He's heard crazy stories of how people live over in the promised land.
He heard they eat three meals a day, just across the Rio Grande.
He's got a wife named Maria, and a baby named Rose, and another one to feed on the way.
Two willing hands, that couldn't find work today.
He stares at the river and curses the future, that he can't understand.
He knows the child would have a chance, just across the Rio Grande.
It's only a river, that's not so deep or wide.
(pat bunch, mary ann kennedy, pam rose
I know that youve seen love walk out the door once or twice.
I know that youve seen it all, waiting by the telephone,
You didn't get the call.well baby let me tell ya, you're looking
At me with suspicious eyes, but they'll never be confirmed.
If there was someone else I wouldn't be here now.
Cause you're the only one I want my arms around.
And Im telling you the truth and now I'll tell ya why.
The Girl Who Has Everything
I just got the wedding invitation.
There's gonna be a celebration like you've never seen.
Just fit for a queen.
She's got her mom and daddy's blessing.
She's got a long white wedding dress and his wedding ring.
Oh what can I bring.
What do you give the girl who has everything.
She's got the man who used to hold me.
She's got the man who told me I was his everything.
She looks at the clock, it's a quarter past nine.
She hears his car as he pulls in the drive.
Dinner's still waiting from hours before.
She knows he's been drinking when he walks through the door.
In anger he strikes out and she starts to cry.
How much more can she take, how much more can she lie.
And she fell down the stair again.
But it hasn't happened since she don't know when.
Was it in spring when she packed up the kids, or maybe in winter with his job on the skids.
What You Gonna Do About Me
(michael p. heeney, david scarlett)
You take the records, I'll take the stereo.
You get the tv, and I'll take the radio.
Ill keep the dishes, and you the pots and pans.
Youll need a new car more than me, so I'll take the second hand.
Well each keep our own friends, divide the rest in two.
The older kids seem to understand,
Still there's one thing left to do. it's over in the corner,
Our little one sits and cries. and behind that swell of tears
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