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Stop The Truck - the 2-Step Program

the 2-Step Program

The 2-Step Program

UPC# 750532-032528
Release Date: 1998

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This disc was produced during the first era of digital, read portable, multi-track recording technology. Completely produced in Austin Texas, this disc began with the basic tracks laid down in an old barn in Western Travis County. It made it's way around town, vocals and guitars were added in the studio of our own Special Ed Ferguson, tracking and editing continued at Omni Studios, with it eventually landing in Floyd Domino's living room for a taste of honky-tonk piano. This album includes many of the original songs which made Stop The Truck famous.

Song Titles

01. Foolproof Listen
02 The Two-Step Program Listen
03 All Hanky, no Panky Listen
04 Red Neck Level Listen
05 No Fences Listen
06 Nuthin' But A Hillbilly Listen
07 Silky Sue Listen
08 Bird On A Wire Listen
09 Mother Of My Teardrops Listen
10 Georgia Moon Listen
11 Let's See If He Can Ride Listen
12 Like It Or Not Listen
13 Tex Avery Song Listen
14 One Of Your Lies Listen
15 Love Wig Listen

Song Lyrics

Foolproof
Alan Moe Monsarrat/Steve Carter (Mad Moe Music / Born Liar Music)

The only mistake I ever made
Was thinkiní I was wrong when I was right...all along
I should have listened to my nose
When my eyes saw a rose
It smelled a rat
Right off the bat

Iím foolproof baby
I see way too good
To be blind
Iím foolproof darliní
I seen you cominí
Down the line

Iíve been around and I ainít no square
If you wanna know where it went, Iíll take you there
Honey, I swear
Iíve seen it all and I wonít get took
Iíve spit out many a fishiní hook
I wrote the book

Iím fool proof baby
And you better just get wise
Iím foolproof honey
There ainít no wool
Over my eyes
Donít even try me Ďcause Iím foolproof

I ainít cold and I ainít mean
But you ainít Showiní me nuthiní I ainít seen
So you better come clean
Iíve been downtown and Iíve seen the show
You canít tell me nuthiníI donít know
Now Iíve gotta go....

The 2-Step Program
Alan Moe Monsarrat/Steve Carter (Mad Moe Music / Born Liar Music)

I never used to come in here
When she was my wife
But now it seems like Iím in here
Almost every night
But you neednít worry Ďbout me
Ďcause Iím doiní fine
Iím on the 2-step program
To dance her off my mind

I took advice from my best friend
He swore it worked for him
Now I donít have to make amends
For the shape Iím in
And thereís no rules about drinkiní
Or haviní a good time
Iím on the 2-step program
To dance her off my mind

Chorus
The program is a big success
I want you all to know
I step in here and drink some beer
And Ďround the floor I go
I cut a rug and jitterbug
With every gal I find
Iím on the 2-step program
To dance her off my mind

I keep on thinkiní that some night
She may wander in
I donít believe sheíd like the look
Of all my brand new friends
Iíve spun around with every gal in town
Theyíve all been very kind
They know Iím on the 2-step program
To dance her off my mind

All Hanky, No Panky
Steve Carter/Erik Moll (Born Liar music/ Erik Moll music) )

I really love the girl next door
Sheís so innocent and pure
When we go out on friday night
She never lets me hold her tight

Chorus:
All hanky, no panky
The little ladyís pulliní on my string
All hanky, no panky
makes a man do wild and foolish things

Over on the other side of town
Where the pretty people party down
I know a girl who likes to tease
She never listens to my pleas, honey please

Why am i always losiní out in this loviní game
Every move i make winds up the same
All hanky...

Redneck Level
Alan Moe Monsarrat/Steve Carter/Jerome Earnest (Mad Moe Music/Born Liar Music) )

Fancy words are cominí out of your mouth
I ainít too sure what your talkiní about
Iím tryiní real hard just to understand
But youíve got to realize Iím a simple man
I ainít a lawyer, Iím just a rebel
So, bring it on down to the redneck level

I havenít bought a computer yet
And I ainít never surfed on the internet
You wonít find me sittiní home every night
Ďcause honky-tonk danciní is what I like
As for beer, you better give me several
To Bring it on down to the redneck level

Chorus
The redneck level is the bottom line
Itís what everybody understands all the time
So, donít talk to me like a silver tongued devil
Just bring it on down to the redneck level

I like Sunday dinner with all my clan
I like cornbread cooked in an old black pan I like fishiní and tyiní flies
Wide open spaces and starry skies
I get in the truck, put the pedal to the metal
To bring it on down to the redneck level

No Fences
Alan Moe Monsarrat/Steve Carter/Jerome Earnest (Mad Moe Music/Born Liar Music)

When we met you were free as the open range
Shortly thereafter things began to change
The holes were dug and the posts were set
A mile awayís about as close as I can get

Chorus
No fences
Iíve come to my senses
Donít put me in past tenses
Iíll find a way through your defenses
Between you and me I want no fences

I must have been a sight last Friday night
I tried to jump a fence and come and set you right
I was out there bleediní with my soul on fire
Tangled in the strands of your cold barbed wire

The grass is always greener on the other side
Thatís exactly where you chose to run and hide

Nothin' But A Hillbilly
Steve Carter/Alan Moe Monsarrat/Erik Moll (Born Liar music/Mad Moe Music/Erik Moll Music)

I met my baby at a barn dance
We had a slow old-time romance
When she took me home for supper
I met her sister and her mother
I went fishiní with the old man
When i asked for his daughterís hand
He said-donít be silly -

Chorus:
She ainít nothiní but a hillbilly
Never goes to the big city
She loves the simple country life
She sure is pretty
She donít drive a fancy car
She donít like to travel far
Sheís a corn-fed farm-bred filly
She ainít nothiní but a hillbilly

In the morniní when sheís makin
íThe bicuits and the bacon
Iím goiní out to chop some wood
Man that coffee sure smells good
Iím grateful to be giviní
This loviní that iím liviní
And she makes hot chili

In the eveniní when the chores are done
Moonshine and the settiní sun
Later underneath the covers
Sheís the queen of lovers

Silky Sue
Alan Moe Monsarrat/Steve Carter ( Mad Moe Music / Born Liar Music)

It was a rainy night up in Kentucky
That was the night that I got lucky with you
Little silky Sue
You were workiní in a bar on the access road
Where the radiator blew and the truck got towed, itís true
Little silky Sue

Silky Sue what are you gonna do
When the sun goes down
Paint the whole town red
Or just lie in bed And roll our eyes around
When I hear that moaniní of the old freight train
The fever rises up in me again
Well, I ainít never loved anybody else like you
Little silky Sue

We lit out of town like a prairie fire
I had big dreams and a strong desire for you
Little silky Sue
We rolled on down to Dothan Alabama
Set up house and had a kid or two
They looked just like you

Silky Sue what are you gonna do
When the sun goes down
Paint the whole town red or just lie in bed
And roll our eyes around
When I open up the window and it smell like rain
The feeliní washes over me again
Well, I ainít never loved anybody else like you
Little silky Sue

BIRD ON A WIRE
Steve Carter/Erik Moll (Born Liar Music/Erik Moll music)

CHORUS:
Bird on a wire singiní
Calliní your name
Bird on a wire singiníĎ
Bout a cheatiní game
Bird on a wire singiní
I canít believe itís true
Bird on a wire singin
íSongs about you

Youíve been seen in a black limousine
On the other side of town
I keep on calliní, you keep stalliní
Same old run-around

Youíve been pranciní, slow danciní
For everyone to see
But youíre mistaken if you think
It wonít get back to me

That little bird is spreadiní the word
About how youíve been carryiní on
Pretty soon heíll change his tune
Telliní you iím gone

Mother Of My Teardrops
Bobby Shields

I hear the tappiní of my teardrops
On the bar, where Iím sittiní
And I just noticed thereís one falliní in my brew
And the idea just hit meSince youíre the mother of my teardrops
I decided to name them all after you

Chorus
The first one Iíll call woman
The second Iíll call lie
I donít think I can name Ďem
(Half) As fast as I can cry
The third one Iíll call beauty
For the color in your eyes
And the last one, when it gets here
Iíll call goodbye

Now I know woman is a good name
And it suits you to a T
And lie, well thatís a harsh name, but itís true
And beauty, thatís a strange thing
To be calliní a teardrop
But remember I named them all after you

Georgia Moon
Alan Moe Mosarrat/Steve Carter (Mad Moe Music/Born Liar music)

I know a feller out in the woods
He cooks moonshine and he makes it good
Yonder in the holler just over that hill
Is where heís cookiní his moonshine still
Go tell momma that weíre huntiní coon
Iíll get you a jug of that Geargia moon

Chorus
Georgia moon shines like no other
One for me and one for my brother
Youíll wake up thinkiní youíre gonna die soon
If drink any more of that Georgia moon

The Baptists had a picnic down by the pond
So, we went down there to have some fun
Sippiní lemonade from a big punch bowl
We poured in a bottle of mountain gold
They danced all night and they sang Ďtil dawn
The day was cominí and the night was gone
Preacher said weíre all goiní to hell, real soon
If we donít stop drinkiní that Georgia moon

Grandpa took my arm and he set me down
Said do me a favor on your way to town
Pull up in the holler and honk your horn
Get me a jug of that Georgia corn
Tell that saw-toothed alligator
Iím gonna have to pay him later
Iíll be over by tomorrow noon
To get a little jug of that Georgia moon.

Let's See If He Can Ride
Alan Moe Monsarrat/Jerome Earnest/Steve Carter (Earnest Whitney music/Born Liar music)

With a FFA jacket on his back
And a brand new forty dollar Stetson hat
He signed his name on the dotted line
He was right on the money and just in time
The sign said he had to be eighteen, so, he lied
Letís see if he can ride
Letís see if he can ride

Letís see if this cowboyís got what it takes
Way down deep insideĎ
cause when they open that gate itíll be too late
To find a place to hide
Letís see if he can ride
Letís see if he can ride

Thereís cowgirls watchiní up in the stands
Checkiní out the Wranglers on the rodeo man
Writiní down the number thatís on his shirt
Sheís gonna look him up later, if her donít get hurt
She thinks heís cute in his jeans and boots but first
Letís see if he can ride
Letís see if he can ride

Now the bull wants him for dinner
And on the horns of his dillema
Are the eight lonely seconds he must abide
Letís see if he can ride
Letís see if he can ride

Like It Or Not
Alan Moe Monsarrat/Steve Carter (Mad Moe Music/Born Liar Music)

All the pretty little girls they want to dance all night
But I oughta be sleepiní with my eyes shut tight
I gotta rise up in the morniní work all day long
So, like it or not itís what I gotta do
Just to keep it goiní on

Like it or not
Thatís the way itís gotta be
You gotta do whatís right
For the whole family
If you wanna be the man
Youíve gotta be strong
So, like it or not itís what I gotta do
Just to keep it goiní on

My sweet wife works her fingers to the bone
And I know darn well that sheíd rather be home
But the wages are short and moneyís real tight
So like it or not thatís what sheís gotta do
Just to make us come out right

Like it or not
Thatís the way itís gotta be
Sheís gotta do whatís right
For the whole family
If you wanna be a mom
Oooh, youíve gotta be strong
So, like it or not itís what sheís gotta do
Just to keep it goiní on

Oh the price that you pay
Might seem like a lot
Iíd give hour of the day and every penny Iíve got
Nobody said it would be easy
To raise a family
But like it or not
Thatís the way itís gotta be
Like it or not.....

Tex Avery Song(jusí-lak-dat-olí-woof)
Steve Carter/Alan Moe Monsarrat/Jerome Earnest (Born Liar Music / Mad Moe Music)

I look just like an ordinary guy
I like dogs and trucks and apple pie
Some folks might even call me shy
But a change comes over me when she walks by

Thatís when my eyes bug out
And my jaw hits the floor
My tongue gets long and wiggly
And i canít talk no more
I blast through the ceiling
Like a rocket to the moon (zoom)
Iím just like that old wolf
in Tex Avery cartoons

She walks by with her long red hair
I blow heart-shaped smoke rings in the air
Sparks start flying from my fingertips
I canít keep the cat-calls from my lips

Well, you know, I tear open my shirt
And my heart jumps out
I bang on the table
I scream and I shout
Iím bounciní off the walls
Iím actiní crazy as a loon
Just like that old wolf
In Tex Avery cartoons

(Gee, is it gettiní hot in here, or is it just me?)

One Of Your Lies
Steve Carter (Born Liar Music)

Itís two oíclock in the morniní and youíre packiní
Weíve played this scene at least a dozen times
Somehow, it all seems so different
Tell me, this is one of your lies

Weíll repeat the same sad conversation
Tomorrow you will change your mind
Iíve grown accustomed to your lyiní
Tell me, this is one of your lies


Baby, please donít say
This is goodby
Tell me We can still try
Make up a story A good alibi
Tell me, this is one of your lies

And now , you say thereís someone outside waiting
Someone whoíll give you a better life
And I canít believe what iím hearing
Tell me, this is one of your lies

Tell me, this is one of your lies

Love Wig
Alan Moe Monsarrat/Steve Carter/Wally Doggett (Mad Moe Music/Born Liar Music)

Bald headed woman put your love wig on
And a little talcum powder up under your arms
ĎCause weíre goiní honky-tonkiní, gonna do it up right
So, you got to comb it out and put tit on tonight

Chorus
Put it on (love wig)
Baby put it on (love wig)
Sweet little mama I would do you no wrong
Bald headed woman put your love wig on

Put your cigar out and your false teeth in (uh-huh love wig)
Ďcause I just got paid and Iím ready to spend (ooh baby, love wig)
Weíre gonna tear them honky-tonks to the ground (ooh-ooh-oop, love wig)
When you let all the hair on your love wig down

Now, put it on baby....(Tell me now)

I donít want the one that you wear to work
And I sure donít want the one that you wear to church
I got somethiní for ya and itís awful big
But youíve got to put on the (hot damn) love wig

Put it on, baby baby.........

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