by Ed Bruce on album Ed Bruce & Lynn Anderson - Live at Church Street Station

Words & Music by Bobby Borchers, Ed Bruce & Patsy Bruce Chorus: When I die, I may not go to heaven 'Cause I don't know if they let cowboys in If they don't, just let me go to Texas Texas is as close

by Ed Bruce on album Wanted: Ed Bruce

Ed Bruce Miscellaneous Nights (1986) Nights are the loneliest time of day That’s when your memory comes around and gets me down Nights, there’s a star for every tear That’s fallen from my eye oh

by Ed Bruce on album Best of 3: Lee Greenwood, Bobby Goldsboro, Ed Bruce

Ed Bruce Miscellaneous Nights (1986) Nights are the loneliest time of day That’s when your memory comes around and gets me down Nights, there’s a star for every tear That’s fallen from my eye oh

by Ed Bruce on album Best of 3: Lee Greenwood, Bobby Goldsboro, Ed Bruce

Ed Bruce Miscellaneous Nights (1986) Nights are the loneliest time of day That’s when your memory comes around and gets me down Nights, there’s a star for every tear That’s fallen from my eye oh

by Ed Bruce on album Ed Bruce & Lynn Anderson - Live At Church Street Station

Bobby Borchers, Ed Bruce & Patsy Bruce When I die, I may not go to heaven 'Cause I don't know if they let cowboys in If they don't, just let me go to Texas Texas is as close as I've been New York c

by Ed Bruce on album The Best of Ed Bruce

Ed Bruce, Glenn Ray & Patsy Bruce Too many dusty trailtowns, too few and far between Tired saloons with sawdust-covered floors Too many one more showdowns and aces over queens Winning's just a way o

by Ed Bruce on album Country Kings , Volume Two - Twitty, Bruce, Wallace

Ed Bruce Miscellaneous Nights (1986) Nights are the loneliest time of day That’s when your memory comes around and gets me down Nights, there’s a star for every tear That’s fallen from my eye oh

by Ed Bruce on album Country Kings, Vol. Two: Twitty, Bruce & Wallace

Ed Bruce Miscellaneous Nights (1986) Nights are the loneliest time of day That’s when your memory comes around and gets me down Nights, there’s a star for every tear That’s fallen from my eye oh

by Ed Bruce on album Miscellaneous

Ed Bruce Miscellaneous You Turn Me On Like A Radio (1985) Baby deep in the night you touch me When the moon is right you reach out And switch on a light in me And something starts to glow inside A

by Ed Bruce on album Miscellaneous

Ed Bruce Miscellaneous You're The Best Break This Old Heart Ever Had (1982) Oh there were others Some were friends and some were merely lovers But they all helped me discover It’s so hard to find

by Ed Bruce on album Miscellaneous

Ed Bruce Miscellaneous Girls, Women And Ladies (1981) There was only me and her and him The bar was giving last call so I thought I’d move on in And I was slick and feeling like a man So I took t

by Ed Bruce on album Miscellaneous

Ed Bruce Miscellaneous My First Taste Of Texas (1983) My first taste of Texas had blue eyes and golden hair Beneath the Tennessee silver moon we found a feeling we could share And days made no diffe

by Ed Bruce on album Miscellaneous

Ed Bruce Miscellaneous Nights (1986) Nights are the loneliest time of day That’s when your memory comes around and gets me down Nights, there’s a star for every tear That’s fallen from my eye

by Ed Bruce on album Ed Bruce (A.K.A Edwin Bruce) Selected Hits

by Ed Bruce on album Wanted: Ed Bruce

by Ed Bruce on album Best of 3: Lee Greenwood, Bobby Goldsboro, Ed Bruce

by Ed Bruce on album Best of 3: Lee Greenwood, Bobby Goldsboro, Ed Bruce

by Ed Bruce on album Wanted: Ed Bruce

This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market On weekends selling t

by Ed Bruce on album Wanted: Ed Bruce

There was only me and her and him The bar was giving last call so I thought I'd move on in And I was slick and feeling like a man so I took the stool between 'em And ordered one more round for me and

by Ed Bruce on album Wanted: Ed Bruce

This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market On weekends selling t