Randy Montana

1,000 Faces
Ain't Much Left Of Lovin' You
It's Gone
Last Horse
Burn These Matches
Goodbye Rain
It Ain't Hit Me Yet
Reckless
Like A Cowboy
Back Of My Heart
Assembly Line

1,000 Faces

Written by Randy Montana and Tom Douglas

There's brunettes, blonde girls
Blue jeans, string of pearls
Take you on a trip around the world girls
Love has a 1,000 faces
Love has a 1,000 faces

There's debutantes, drama queens
Glued to Bride magazine
Half calf, two pump, no whip in the coffee bean
Love has a 1,000 faces
Love has a 1,000 faces
But I see you
Before I ever knew you
Before I ever knew you
I dreamed of you
I dreamed of you

There's small town, itty-bitty
Tomboy in a big city
Turn your head when the light ain't red
Stop traffic, kind of pretty
Love has a 1,000 faces
Love has a 1,000 faces
But I see you
Before I ever knew you
Before I ever knew you
I dreamed of you
I dreamed of you, yeah

You're a storm at night, thunder crashing
Mystery, full of passion
Quiet as a Sunday morning
Change without any warning
Love has a 1,000 faces
Love has a 1,000 faces
But I see you
I see you
I see you
Baby, I see you
And I see you
Before I ever knew you
Before I ever knew you
Before I ever knew you
Before I ever knew you
I see you

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Ain’t Much Left Of Lovin’ You

Written by Randy Montana and Joshua Ragsdale

There’s an evening dress in the closet
With a red wine stain on the sleeve
Your pillow’s still on the bed where we used to sleep
And in the dresser drawer, there’s a couple more things
That smell like your perfume
But other than that
There ain’t much left of lovin’ you

Chorus:
And all I got is a big broken heart
And memories I can’t drink away
Just because the man I was
Wasn’t enough to make you stay
The heaven we had, the hell that I’m going through
Other than that
There ain’t much left of lovin’ you

The flowers that you planted
On either side of the steps out front
Before they bloom, I think I might dig ‘em up
That old porch swing, those songs you sang
And the cold and bitter truth
But other than that
There ain’t much left of lovin’ you

Repeat Chorus

The heaven we had, the hell that I’m going through
But other than that
There ain’t much left
The heaven we had, the hell that I’m going through
Other than that
There ain’t much left of lovin’ you
Yeah, there ain’t much left
There ain’t much left of lovin’ you

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It’s Gone

Written by Randy Montana, Billy Montana and Rodney Clawson

Well, I loved Mary and she loved me back
She’d come pick me up in daddy’s Cadillac
She kissed like fire, danced like rain
Then she packed up and moved to Corpus Christi Bay

Life’s like a love, love’s like a song
We’re all looking for something makes you sing along
When it’s right, it’s right and when it’s wrong, it’s wrong
When it’s good, it’s good, when it’s gone, it’s gone
When it’s good, it’s good, when it’s gone, it’s gone

Well time rolls on, so did I
I went chasing down a little bigger piece of the pie
Found some work in Shreveport making time and a half
But the job moved to Mexico and ain’t coming back

Yeah, life’s like a love, love’s like the wind
Wherever it start’s ain’t where it’s gonna end
When it’s right, it’s right and when it’s wrong, it’s wrong
When it’s good, it’s good, when it’s gone, it’s gone
When it’s good, it’s good, when it’s gone, it’s gone

I’m just trying to make the most of what I have
It ain’t that pretty but it ain’t half bad

Life’s like a love, love’s like the sun
Shining down on every little thing you’ve done
When it’s right, it’s right and when it’s wrong, it’s wrong
When it’s good, it’s good, when it’s gone, it’s gone
When it’s good, it’s good, when it’s gone, it’s gone

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Last Horse

Written by Randy Montana, Billy Montana and Rodney Clawson

She’s standing on the front porch, outside the screen door
Look at how her back is turned
It’s amazing how much a woman can say
Without so much as saying a word
There by the window, there’s a honeymoon picture of us
Dancing at the Angel Falls
But that ain’t the way it is, that ain’t the way it is at all

Chorus:
I don’t wanna be the last flame
Burning in a wildfire right before the rain comes down
I don’t wanna be the last star
Shining when the moon goes out
And I don’t wanna get stuck here
Waiting on a train that’s never coming back around
I don’t wanna be the last horse
Left in this one-horse town

I used to call her baby, we loved like crazy
Felt just like we had it all
Now it’s hard to say who’s drifting away
But the better part of us is lost
Now when she cools off and comes back inside
I’ll still try and make her smile
‘Cause I don’t wanna give up, no, I don’t wanna give up

Repeat Chorus

Never planned on ending up here
But holding on and trying to keep her
Is like watching roses disappear

And I don’t wanna get stuck here
Waiting on a train that’s never coming back around
I don’t wanna be the last horse
Left in this one-horse town
I don’t wanna be the last horse
Left in this one-horse town

She’s standing on the front porch, outside the screen door
Look at how her back is turned

Burn These Matches

Written by Randy Montana, Dale Dodson and Casey Beathard

Call me sometime, 595-1768
That’s all she wrote, right below what looks like Kate
What was I thinkin’ even talking to her?
Like a hole in the head, that’s the last thing that I need
I better burn these matches in my pocket
Before they burn the hell out of me

Chorus:
Yeah and I know how this story goes
Got a buddy who’s been down that road
Instead of firing ‘em up and throwing ‘em out
He let that matchbook hang around
Sure enough, one closing time
That stranger wasn’t hard to find
He dialed her up and the rest is history
I better burn these matches in my pocket
Before they burn the hell out of me

I should’ve left ‘em right there
Next to that beer I bought for her
Should’ve said I was spoken for
Before we got out on that floor and danced the way we were
What was I thinkin’ even leading her on?
I got everything a man could want and need
Better burn these matches in my pocket
Before they burn the hell out of me

Repeat Chorus

Anything a man could want, I got it
I better burn these matches in my pocket
Before they burn the hell out of me

Call me sometime, 595-1768

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Goodbye Rain

Written by Melissa Peirce, Dennis Matkosky and Jonathan Singleton

It was coming down, I was packing up the car
No room for my chair or my old guitar
So quick check, got my wallet, got my cigarettes
Got everything I need to get out of this town
Nothing on my mind now but moving on
Get a little road between you and me, and right and wrong
Lord, it’s better already, it just don’t seem so heavy
In this midnight, moonlight, shining like a spotlight

Ninety miles an hour like a bullet
Like a one-way fast train out of this pain
Ooh yeah, don’t it feel good to just run away
Goodbye rain, goodbye rain

I can only hope and pray I haven’t seen my best day
And it’s around the next corner just beyond the grey
‘Cause I’ve been everywhere, seen everything I’ve ever seen
Out the window of this getaway Grand Am
When this rearview heartache catches up again
And I draw the same card, the same old losing hand
I’ll get the wind against my back, be like a firecracker
Just another bitter end gone again before the storm sets in

Ninety miles an hour like a bullet
Like a one-way fast train out of this pain
Ooh yeah, don’t it feel good to just run away
Goodbye rain

Ninety miles an hour like a bullet
Like a one-way fast train out of this pain
Ooh yeah, don’t it feel good to just run away
Don’t it feel good to just run away
Goodbye rain, goodbye rain
Goodbye rain, goodbye rain

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It Ain’t Hit Me Yet

Written by Randy Montana, Jay Joyce and Jeremy Spillman

Well she gave me the kind of goodbye
That one of them, you ain’t got a snowballs chance in hell
No, would you baby, could you baby, come on baby, change your mind
So I hit the ground running like the devil was on my tail

Her leavings like a freight train coming at me fast
And this whiskey’s like a shotgun in the bottom of my glass
Yeah, one of them’s gonna get me, the heartache or regret
And her being gone or the alcohol, man it ain’t hit me yet
No, it ain’t hit me yet

One more shot might do me in
Unless that bar band plays another lonesome song
The other night when she was mine, I would’ve liked a slow dance
Right now you need to turn it up or turn it off

‘Cause her leavings like a freight train coming at me fast
And this whiskey’s like a shotgun in the bottom of my glass
Yeah, one of them’s gonna get me, the heartache or regret
And her being gone or the alcohol, man it ain’t hit me yet
No, it ain’t hit me yet

Six feet under or three sheets to the wind
One way or another, I’ll be going off the deep-end
Outta my mind, long gone when it all sinks in

‘Cause her leavings like a freight train coming at me fast
And this whiskey’s like a shotgun in the bottom of my glass
Yeah, one of them’s gonna get me, the heartache or regret
Her being gone or the alcohol, man it ain’t hit me yet
No, it ain’t hit me yet, no, it ain’t hit me yet
It ain’t hit me yet, it ain’t hit me yet

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Reckless

Written by Randy Montana, Billy Montana and Brian Dean Maher

Clock’s tickin’, one tick at a time
Another day’s gonna leave us behind if we let it
Rain’s drippin’ against the glass
I swear its whisper, you gotta take a chance
Or you’ll regret it
Oh, let’s not regret it

Let’s get reckless, reckless with our hearts
Let’s find us some danger in the dark
Wild and free, you and me
Reckless

Roll like a twister, spin across the ground
Who cares about fences, we’ll just tear ‘em down
Can’t hold us in
Instead of sitting like two birds on a wire
Let’s sail away on a wave of desire
Get wrapped up in the wind
Girl, get crazy again

Let’s get reckless, reckless with our hearts
Let’s find us some danger in the dark
Slow dance in a hurricane
Play a game of chicken with a fast moving train
Let’s make this night an open road
Let’s take this as far as it can go
Wild and free, you and me
Reckless

While the wheels are turnin’
The fire is burnin’
Girl, we’re already in it
Let’s take love to the limit

Yeah, and get reckless, reckless with our hearts
Let’s find us some danger in the dark
Wild and free, you and me
Reckless
Yeah, wild and free, you and me
Reckless

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Like A Cowboy

Written by Chris Stapleton and Al Anderson

When I was six, I had two forty-fives
Strapped to my hips
Wanted dead or alive
And all of the kids thought that I was a good guy at heart

When I got to high school, not much really changed
I ran from the cops in my souped-up Mustang
And all of the girls thought that I was a good guy at heart

And I’d ride like a thief on the run
And I’d hide from the things that I’d done
And I’d fly like the wind to the sunset
Just like a cowboy should do
Just like a cowboy should do

Girl, I will love you the best that I can
But you need to know that I am what I am
I’m not a bad guy but I’m not a good guy at heart

And I’ll ride like a thief on the run
Say goodbye to the things that I’ve done
And I’ll fly like the wind to the sunset
Just like a cowboy should do
Just like a cowboy should do

Wish I could tell you that I’ll always stay
But I can’t help that God made me this way
I know that there’ll come a day

When I ride like a thief on the run
Say goodbye to the things that I’ve done
And I’ll fly like the wind to the sunset
Just like a cowboy should do
Just like a cowboy should do
Just like a cowboy should do

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Back Of My Heart

Written by Randy Montana, Billy Montana and Brian Dean Maher

Well, I saw you down on Sixteenth
Holding hands with some new friend
There was a time that would’ve killed me
A wrecking ball right through a building
As if my world was gonna end

Chorus:
But the world kept spinning
You’re long forgiven
And now you’re living in the back of my heart
Your pretty face
The kisses I tasted, they’re all safe
In the back of my heart
No telephone calls, pictures on the wall
No regrets at all
In the back of my heart

Like you were staring out a window
With a hunger in your eyes
What was calling you I don’t know
But I could see you had to let go
And baby so did I, so did I

Repeat Chorus

Well, I used to let you take up
Every corner of my mind, yeah

Repeat Chorus

In the back of my heart
Oh, in the back of my heart

Assembly Line

Written by Randy Montana and Natalie Hemby

Punched in just about five
Ratchet in my left and a flat-head in my right
Hoping that I’ll hear about a raise by the end of the week
Just a hundred and thirty-two steps
Making machines out a steel and sweat
Over and over again like a record that’s on repeat

And it’s all manufactured time
When you’re on the assembly line
Building products made to sell
Moving on a conveyer belt
And it’s a job for a diligent heart
And I’m just one of a thousand parts
You might think I’ve got it rough but I don’t mind
Working on the assembly line

All day in steel-toed boots
Vacation days that I’ll never use
There’s a rumor going ‘round that’s got nothing to do with me
Charlie swears he’s gonna quit
Put his two weeks in and that’s it
He’s been talkin’ that way since the summer of ‘93

Clocked out about 5 p.m.
Wake up in the morning, do it all again