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Lord, she's restless
Like cotton candy clouds that sail the day Slow an' free And she possesses A mind that can't resign itself to stay For long with me Tho' I've tried and tried to keep her tied and satisfied Until she really needs me Yes I do But when that certain look comes on her face I can't replace it, and she leaves me CHORUS: She's a butterfly in mid July Who just can't wait to try her brand new wings On brand new things And she needs no rhyme or reason, when she goes Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall of blue horizon I suppose And heaven knows She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows Yes she will, yes she will She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows I know she needs me About as much as I need someone else Which I don't And if need be I swear someday I'll up and leave myself Which I won't Even if she loved another man, I'd understand it more than I do Mmm, mmm, mmm But I know the only reason That she ever had for leavin', is she wants to |
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I dedicate this song to the workin' man
For ever' man that puts in Eight or ten hard hours a day of work and toil and sweat Always got somebody lookin' down his neck Tryin' to get more out of 'im Than he really ought to have to put in. After twenty-nine long years of workin' In this shop with Oney standin' over me ... Today when that old whistle blows I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire ... The superintendent just dropped by and said They'd planned my little get together ... Then he said I'd never a made it If old Oney hadn't held me to the fire. I've seen him in my dreams at night And woke up in the mornin' feelin' tired ... And old Oney don't remember, when I came here How he tried to get me fired ... With his folded hands behind him Every mornin' Oney waited at the gate ... Where he'd rant and rave like I committed murder Clockin' in five minutes late. But today they'll gather 'round me Like I've seen 'em do when any man retires Then old Oney's gonna tell me From now on I'm free to do what I desire ... He'll present me with that little old gold watch They give a man at times like this ... But there's one thing he's not countin' on Today's the day I give old Oney his. I've been workin', buildin' muscles Oney's just been standin' 'round a gettin' soft And today about four-thirty I'll make up for every good night's sleep I've lost ... When I'm gone I'll be remembered As the workin' man who put his point across With a right hand full of knuckles Cause today I show old Oney who's the boss. Hmmmm! What time is it? Four thirty! Hey, Oney! Oney! Ha ha ha ha! |
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I got a crib full of corn, and a turnin' plow
But the grounds to wet for the hopper now. Got a cultivator and a double tree A leather line for the HAW and gee Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash I'm doing alright for Country Trash I'm saving up dimes for a rainy day I got about a dollar laid away The winds from the south and the fishings good Got a pot belly stove and a CORD of wood Mama turns the left-overs into hash I'm doing alright for Country Trash I got a MACKINAW and a hunting dog A cap I ordered from the catolog A good tall tree that shades the yard A good fat sow for the winters lard Let the thunder roll and the lighting flash I'm doing alright for Country Trash Well there's not much new ground left to plow And the crops need fertilizer now My hands don't earn me too much gold For security when I grow old But we'll all be equal under the grass And God's got a heaven for Country Trash And God's got a heaven for Country Trash I'll be doing alright for Country Trash |
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