Lyle Lovett is an americana singer-songwriter and actor from Klein, Texas, who has been described as "the thinking man's cowboy". While typically associated with the alt-country genre, his albums typically incorporate folk, swing, blues, jazz and gospel music as well as more traditional country & western styles. The Night's Lullaby Songfacts reports that after twenty-six years with Curb, Lyle Lovett released his eleventh and last album for the record label, Release Me, on February 28, 2012.
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Date: Thu, 28 May 1998 09:23:06 -0500 (CDT) From: "Jeffrey J. Gray" Subject: l/lovett_lyle/who_loves_you_better.pro
# a real easy one to learn on. good luck trying to sing like lyle, # that's what really makes the song. # [email protected] {t:Who Loves You Better} {st:Lyle Lovett}
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Late [G]nights in musty mo[C]tel rooms Stale [G]lives left by some[D]one else White [G]lies I wish I could [C]tell you And [G]questions I [D]ask of my[G]self
Why do I [G]do the things that make me [C]sorry Why do I [G]do the things that make you [D]cry Will I [G]lose your love to an[C]other [G]Who loves you [D]better than [G]I
The [G]angels smile when you're [C]praying But the [G]devil laughs when you [D]lie And some [G]things they go without [C]saying When [G]tears [D]fill up your [G]eyes
Why do I [G]do the things that make me [C]sorry Why do I [G]do the things that make you [D]cry Will I [G]lose your love to an[C]other [G]Who loves you [D]better than [G]I
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{colb} {C:Bridge:} Some [C]questions beg for an [G]answer Like a [G]poet begs for a [D]rhyme Some[G]how all I can re[C]member Is h[G]olding your[D] hand in [G]mine
Late [G]nights in musty mo[C]tel rooms Stale [G]lives left all a[D]lone He's [G]telling you how he [C]wants you And I'm [G]praying he doesn'[D]t [C]know
Why I [G]do the things that make me so[C]rry Why I [G]do the things that make you [D]cry If I could [G]lose your love to an[C]other [G]Who loves you [D]better than [G]I