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An Old Fashioned Country Song

Written By: Mark Cariker

It looked out of place on the jukebox
A song I ain’t heard in so long
Between all the hits there it sits
My eyes couldn’t be wrong
I fed the jukebox a quarter
And to the surprise of my friends
I knew all the words, but they’d never heard
An old fashioned country song

They never heard the hurt of a fiddle
Or the way that a pedal steel whines
Or the whiskey-soaked voice of a young southern boy
So lonesome that you want to cry
So excuse me if I get a little misty
This music reminds me of home
It’s tearing apart my Tennessee heart
An old fashioned country song

You won’t see a hoedown on Broadway
Or a hayride on Fifth Avenue
But an old fashioned country song
Makes the country in this town show through

Can’t help myself if I sing along
No matter what my city friends think
I pick up a beer and sing loud and clear
And give ‘em my very best Hank
I’ll always be a little bit country
I’m proud of the place that I’m from
So pardon me friends if I play it again
An old fashioned country song

Marianne

Written By: Mark Cariker

Don’t drink on Christmas baby
Don’t get high
Say goodbye to bygones
To all the bad days gone by
Put on your green dress
I’ll wear my red tie
Let’s make it a double
You and I

Let’s go back in time
To a Christmas past
When life was not so crazy
When life was not so fast
We’ll take it easy
We’ll take it slow
While the rest are getting high
We’re laying low

Don’t drink on Christmas baby
Instead just hold my hand
Show me that you love me
Like I love you Marianne

Stand a little closer baby
Let me see you smile
You always were so pretty
You always had such style
Don’t rush to put on make up
Show those freckles for awhile
You look like a Christmas picture
Of when you were a child

Don’t drink on Christmas baby
Don’t get high
Have a little faith for now
Soon you’ll fly
Don’t ask me how
Don’t ask me why
You have to take the leap
Before you see the sky

Don’t drink on Christmas baby
Instead just hold my hand
Show me that you love me
Like I love you Marianne

The Little Wooden Box

Written By: Mark Cariker, Dorothy Cariker Cart

On an Abilene night it’s time for your show
I dim the lights and keep the volume low
But the kids won’t sleep when Daddy’s on the air
They creep down the hall and into my chair
Around the little wooden box we gather so near
We watch the tubes glow your voice is so clear
On the radio

In 1946 we settled down
To raise our family in a Texas town
You slept in the day and worked nights on the air
At a radio station in the town square
For all the nights and the days between
We were all living your dream
On the radio

The little wooden box glows so bright
Bright as the stars on an Abilene night
From out of the blue and into our hearts
Your words were magic in the dark
On the radio

First thing we ever bought together
A radio from Sears
News, sports and Texas weather
Was music to our ears

Then just like that before your time
A heart attack while in your prime
The hand of fate claimed the best
When your voice was laid to rest
The sun still rises on the days between
But the nights aren’t the same in Abilene
On the radio

Today the kids were home and took it away
Got it fixed so it would play
Now it glows again like it used to do
When we stayed up late and listened to you
When the kids were in my chair
When they should have been in bed
When the little wooden box
Held all the words you ever said
On the radio

The little wooden box glows so bright
Bright as the stars on an Abilene night
From out of the blue and into our hearts
Your words were magic in the dark
On the radio

Don't Drink on Christmas Baby

Written By: Mark Cariker


Don’t drink on Christmas baby
Don’t get high
Say goodbye to bygones
To all the bad days gone by
Put on your green dress
I’ll wear my red tie
Let’s make it a double
You and I

Let’s go back in time
To a Christmas past
When life was not so crazy
When life was not so fast
We’ll take it easy
We’ll take it slow
While the rest are getting high
We’re laying low

Don’t drink on Christmas baby
Instead just hold my hand
Show me that you love me
Like I love you Marianne

We’ll be our best
When we get our rest
Greet the morning eye to eye
No more weary wee hours
There’ll be marmalade and flowers
Our hearts will match the sky

Stand a little closer, baby
Let me see you smile
You always were so pretty
You always had such style
Don’t rush to put on make up
Show those freckles for awhile
You look like a Christmas picture
Of when you were a child

Don’t drink on Christmas baby
Don’t get high
Have a little faith for now
Soon you’ll fly
Don’t ask me how
Don’t ask me why
You have to take the leap
Before you see the sky

Don’t drink on Christmas baby
Instead just hold my hand
Show me that you love me
Like I love you Marianne