Spend My Time Performed by Clint Black. Edited by Jeannette Delisa. Piano/Vocal/Chords. Arrangements for piano and voice with guitar chords. 6 pages. Published by Warner Brothers.
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Clint Black
Lyrics, Tab, Midi
Walkin' Away (by Clint Black, Hayden Nicholas, Dick Gay)
Walkin' away I saw a side of you
That I knew was there all along
And that someday I'd say goodbye to you
'Cause one right can still make two wrong
Not for each other, not from the start
The difference was day and night
My finest hour spent here with you in the dark
Was just before I saw the light
It's the people who want love and the people who need love
Who find love on the way
I'll be lookin' for someone 'til I find the right one
Then I won't be walkin away
Now that I know what I'm tryin' to find
There's only one place it could be
So I'm lookin' ahead, I've stopped lookin' behind
For someone who's lookin' for me
Repeat chorus
Nothing's News (by Clint Black)
I spent my lifetime wishin' the waitress would come around
Tellin' jokes and shootin' pool on the other side of town
When the whistle blows at five o'clock there's only one place I'll be found
Down at Ernie's icehouse liftin' longnecks to that good old country sound
And talkin' 'bout the good old times
Braggin' on how it used to be
But I've worn out the same old lines
And now it seems nothing's news to me
There's nothin' like a steel guitar cryin' in the night
There's nothin' like a sawdust floor and a good old friendly fight
I'd finally find my way back home and you'd patch up my face
But that was another time and another place
Repeat chorus
And now we're talkin' 'bout the good old times...
I wonder how I came to be the know-it-all I am
And how the world ever got used to me
Repeat chorus
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