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Collaboration Song of the Year Nominees
A Night They'll Never Forget
February
Randy McClendon, Jeff Riley & Brad Hatcher
2026
Well, tonight the bartender was the incessant talker,
Juke box played some old Jerry Jeff Walker
Conversations ranged from weddings and anniversaries,
Birthdays, big games, fishing trips and beautiful dames.
They said “He had it all”
And He’d say: “Latch onto the friends that are true, a chosen few.
Do the things you want to do, before your life gets away from you.
And let your dreams come true. Let your dreams come true.”
Well he was born to be a troubadour, truly an enigma
This gypsy songman, relentlessly his self, a footloose itinerate.
Just rambling and scrambling, the gypsy snowman,
Rambling and a scrambling
And He’d say: “Latch onto the friends that are true, a chosen few.
Do the things you want to do, before your life gets away from you.
And let your dreams come true. Let your dreams come true.”
Well he played all the honky tonks and bars,
From Austin to San Antone
Dallas down to Houston, cause he liked to roam.
This gypsy songman, he was cursed to roam.
And when they played his most famous song, tears in their eyes as they sang along
A haunting requiem, a most familiar theme, now it seems it was just a dream
On a night they’ll never forget.
The Paranormal Prohibition Ball
January
Ron Tintner / Andrew Richardson
2026
The Paranormal Prohibition Ball
Ron Tintner / Andrew Richardson
1/
Almost midnight Halloween
French quarter New Orleans
Drifting shadows yet unseen
Floating up the stairs
They've come to play, have some fun
Festivities have just begun
It's the ultimate spiritual affair
Ch/
Live it up, have it all
Let your hair loose,let it fall
At the Paranormal prohibition ball
2/
There's specters here from yesteryear
Laughinh, grinning ear to ear
Absinthe, Menthol cigarettes
The dance of days gone by
The sounds of jazz band melodies
Conjure up old memories
Recalling what they used to be
In better times
Ch/
Live it up, have it all
Let your hair loose,let it fall
At the Paranormal prohibition ball
Br/
The party's running every night
The tourists unaware
Of the reason for the rattling shutters
Or the creak of empty chairs
Thats the way they want it
Keep their revelry discreet
Let the ghost tours go on by
And stay near bourbon street
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