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Shelly Fairchild
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Ready to Fall
Lyricist:Lisa Carver
You're hot as a desert, hell in a sheet Home's anywhere you lay your feet Your heart is full of Tumbleweed and brimstone
Whisper in your whiskey late at night You might fool an untrained eye But I know what you need Someone to depend on
Hey, I can be tender I can be sweet I can sweep the Devil Off his red hot feet Oh, I do love dancin' Down a hardwood hall
Hey I'll be a huckleberry hell cat too Run a hundred miles backward in them boots When your tough gets tired Baby, give me a call See, I can tell by the way you walk You're ready to fall
Hard like a hammer, fit like a glove Forty-seven different shades of love Don't you think it's time To try one on?
Oh, you and Custer, fools of a feather Hide behind them hides of leather You'll throw up that white flag Before too long
See, I can be tender I can be sweet I can sweep the Devil Off his red hot feet Oh, I do love dancin' Down a hardwood hall
Hey I'll be a huckleberry hell cat too Run a hundred miles backward in your boots When your tough gets tired Baby, give me a call See, I can tell by the way you talk You're ready to fall
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Maybe it's the liquor Maybe it's the night Maybe it's the way your face holds light Maybe it's the music Maybe it's lust Maybe you're a diamond Maybe you're dust
Maybe I'm the woman Maybe you're the man Maybe we'll crawl Maybe we'll stand Maybe your heart's like Jericho's Wall Call me Joshua Ready to fall
Hey I can be tender I can be sweet I can sweep the Devil Off his red hot feet Oh, I do love dancin' Down a hardwood hall
Hey, I'll be a huckleberry hell cat too Run a hundred miles backward in them boots When your tough gets tired Baby, give me a call Hey, I can tell by the way you walk You're ready to fall
Hey, I can tell by the way you walk You're ready to fall You're ready to fall, yeah
Whisper in your whiskey late at night You might fool an untrained eye But I know what you need Someone to depend on
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