2,889 views Aug 8, 2019Provided to YouTube by Universal Music Group Melancholy Blue · Trisha Yearwood Inside Out ℗ An MCA Nashville Release; ℗ 2001 UMG Recordings, Inc. Released on: 2001-06-05 Producer: Trisha Yearwood Producer: Mark Wright Composer Lyricist: Harlan Howard Composer Lyricist: Tom Douglas
Ever since I lost you baby I’ve been here and there Looking for some piece of mind, I can’t find it anywhere I went down to Tunica, played me a little blackjack Saw a wino on the corner, gave my winnings back
If it was just money Baby, I could make it But living without you Can I take it All I see ahead of me is Is just melancholy blue ‘Cause I ain’t got no future without you
I went down to Austin, lots of beautiful people there Could have had a better adventure, I just didn’t care Got a job in California, they sure liked my style But there’s something about that California sun Reminds me of your smile
If it was just money Baby, I could make it But living without you Can I take it All I see ahead of me is Is just melancholy blue ‘Cause I ain’t got no future without you
Now and then I go back to Biloxi Whenever I feel brave Visit that little country church down there Lay some flowers on your grave You sure got a hold on me I don’t know what to do
I ain’t got no future I can’t see my future without you
Whoaaa! Another day (adabadee, nigga) I take your pain away
Some people talk about ya like they know all about ya When you get down they doubt ya And when you tip it on the scene, yeah they talkin’ bout it Cause they can’t tip on the scene They just talk about it, t-t-t-talk bout it When you get elevated They love it or they hate it You dance up on them haters Keep getting funky on the scene While they jumpin’ round ya They trying to take all of your dreams But you can’t allow it Cause baby whether you’re high or low Whether you’re high or low You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) T-t-t-tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby, baby, baby, whether you’re high or low (high or low) Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low) You got to tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Now let me see you do the tightrope (tip, tip on it) And I’m still tippin’ on it
See I’m not walkin’ on it Or tryin to run around it This ain’t no acrobatics You either follow or you lead, yeah I’m talkin’ bout ya Keep on blaming the machine, yeah I’m talkin’ bout it T-t-t-talkin’ bout it I can’t complain about it I gotta keep my balance And just keep dancin on it We gettin funky on the scene Yeah you know about it Like a star on the screen Watch me tip all on it
Then baby whether I’m high or low (high or low) Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low) You gotta tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Yeah, tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby, baby, baby Whether you’re high or low (high or low) Baby whether you’re high or low (high or low) Tip on the tightrope (tip, tip on it) Baby let me see you tight rope (tip, tip on it) And I’m still tippin’ on it
You gotta keep your balance Or you fall into the gap It’s a challenge but I manage Cause I’m cautious with the strap Do damage to your cabbage that A doctor cannot patch Why you don’t want no friction Like the back of a matchbook Daddy Fat Sax will fold you And your MacBook Close shows, shut you down Before we go-go backwards Act up, and whether we high or low We gonna get back-up Like the Dow Jones and NASDAQ Sorta like a thong in an ass crack Come on
I tip on alligators and little rattlesnakers But I’m another flavor Something like a terminator Ain’t no equivocating I fight for what I believe Why you talkin’ ’bout it J-j-just talkin’ ’bout it Some callin’ me a sinner Some callin’ me a winner I’m callin’ you to dinner And you know exactly what I mean Yeah I’m talkin bout you You can rock or you can leave Watch me tip without you
N-n-now whether I’m high or low (High or low) Whether I’m high or low (High or low) I’m gonna tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Mmm (Tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby Whether I’m high or low (High or low) High or low (High or low) I got to tip on the tightrope (Tip, tip on it) Now baby tip on the tightrope
You can’t get too high (You can’t get too high) I said you can’t get too low (We can’t get too low) Cause you get too high (You can’t get too high) No, you’ll surely be low (No, you’ll surely be low) 1, 2, 3, ho!
Yeah, yeah Now shut up, yeah Yeah, now put some voodoo on it Ladies and gentlemen, the funkiest horn section in Metropolis Yeah, oh We call that classy brass
Ohh ohh Oh!Do you mind? If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady Do you mind? If I play the ukulele Just like a little lady
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