The Wild Side Of Life (Status Quo / Hank Thompson) - STING 21409   (Al Stevens)  

 

(Opener): SIDES FACE GRAND SQUARE

Well, you wouldn't read my letter if I wrote you
You asked me not to call you on the phone

ALLEMANDE and WEAVE
But, there's something I've been wanting to tell you

SWING and PROMENADE

I wrote it in the words of this song

 

 

(Figure): HEADS you PROMENADE go HALWAY ’round SQUARE THRU FOUR

Go all the way SWING THRU now the BOY you RUN FERRIS WHEEL go

SQUARE THRU THREE SWING and PROMENADE
You went back to the wild side of life

 

 

(Middle Break): All FOUR LADIES CHAIN - turn the girl - HALF SASHAY - CIRCLE LEFT

You ROLLAWAY - CIRLE LEFT and go - ALLEMANDE and WEAVE
You went to be somebody else's baby

SWING and PROMENADE

Forgot the truest love you ever know

 

 

(Closer): SIDES FACE GRAND SQUARE

I didn’t know God made honky-tonk angels
I might have known you’d never make a wife
ALLEMANDE and WEAVE
You gave up the only one that ever loved you

And went back to the wild side of life

 

 

(Tag): (music)

There are several different sets of Lyrics (and thus several different songs) that can be used with this music; some of these – together with the Lyrics – are shown listed below:

 

ORIGINAL LYRICS:


Well, you wouldn't read my letters if I wrote you
You ask me not to call you on the phone
Well, there's something I've been waiting for to tell you
So I wrote it in the words of a song


The glamour of the gay night life has lured you
To the places where the wine and liquor flow
Well, you went to be somebody else's baby
And forget the truest love you ever know


I never knew there where honky-tonk angels
Oh, I might have know you never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went back to that wild side of life

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It Wasn't God Who Made Honky Tonk Angels

 

As I sit here tonight, the jukebox playin'
The tune about the wild side of life
As I listen to the words you are sayin'
It brings memories when I was a trustin' wife

 

It's a shame that all the blame is on us women
It's not true that only you men feel the same
From the start most every heart that's ever broken
Was because there always was a man to blame

 

It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels
As you said in the words of your song
Too many times married men think they're still single
That has caused many a good girl to go wrong

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I'm Thinking Tonight of My Blue Eyes

 

'Twould been better for us both had we never
In this wide and wicked world had never met,
But the pleasure we both seemed to gather
I'm sure, love, I'll never forget

Oh, I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes
Who is sailing far over the sea
I'm thinking tonight of my blue eyes
And I wonder if he ever thinks of me

Oh, you told me once, dear, that you loved me;
You vowed that we never would part
But a link in the chain has been broken
Leaving me with a sad and aching heart

When the cold, cold grave shall enclose me
Will you come near and shed just one tear?
Will you say to the strangers around you
A poor heart you have broken lies here?

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The Great Speckled Bird

 

What a beautiful thought I am thinking
Concerning a great speckled bird
Remember her name is recorded
On the pages of God's Holy Word.

All the other birds are flocking 'round her
And she is despised by the squad
But the great speckled bird in the Bible
Is one with the great church of God.

All the other churches are against her
They envy her glory and fame
They hate her because she is chosen
And has not denied Jesus' name.

Desiring to lower her standard
They watch every move that she makes
They long to find fault with her teachings
But really they find no mistake.

She is spreading her wings for a journey
She's going to leave by and by
When the trumpet shall sound in the morning
She'll rise and go up in the sky.

In the presence of all her despisers
With a song never uttered before
She will rise and be gone in a moment
Till the great tribulation is o'er.

I am glad I have learned of her meekness
I am proud that my name is on her book
For I want to be one never fearing
The face of my Savior to look.

When He cometh descending from heaven
On the cloud that He writes in His Word
I'll be joyfully carried to meet Him
On the wings of that great speckled bird.

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Also, to the same tune:

Prisoner's Song (1924) / recorded in 1924 by Vernon Dalhart

 

Thrills That I Can't Forget (1925) recorded by Welby Toomey and Edgar Boaz