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I took a double take out on the interstate When I saw her makin' eyes at me So I followed her down - the clubhouse drive Past the pool on the 18th green In the parkin' lot...I said it's mighty hot Maybe I could buy you a beer She said I'm glad you asked...but I'll have to pass Cause only members are allowed in here...and I said Well I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drink-in from a dixie cup Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club You look so invitin'...thought it might be excitin' For a woman with a limousine To go bouncin around...in a beat up truck With a man...in wore out jeans It's five o'clock before Friday night Here's where the fun begins So don't worry 'bout your reputation Cause you can tell all your friends Well I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drink-in from a dixie cup Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club Well I'm a member of a country club Country music is what I love I drive an old Ford pick-up truck I do my drink-in from a dixie cup Yea I'm a bona-fide dancin' fool I shoot a mighty mean game of pool At any honky-tonk roadside pub I'm a member of a country club |
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| 2. |
| 4:06 |
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Bobby played his guitar on the harder side of town
Where it's hard for the poor boy to find the money He had dedication, he had the heart and soul Somehow knew he was born to play People said "Get a real job, support your family 'Cause there's no future in the road you're taking" He never said a word, the dreamer just kept on But late at night you could hear him say He said "I'm gonna be somebody One of these days I'm gonna break these chains I'm gonna be somebody someday You could bet your hard earned dollar I will The road was a struggle, took him ten years to the top Now he's #1 on the stage and the radio Still he can't believe how they come from miles around When it only seems like yesterday he was sayin' "I'm gonna be somebody One of these days I'm fonna break these chains I'm gonna be somebody someday You could bet your hard earned dollar I will" Bobby played his hometown one full moon August night When he heard a voice in the front row singin' It was a sandy- haired Rebel boy with the same old hungry eyes Looked up at Bobby and said "I'm gonna be somebody One of these days I'm gonna break these chains I'm gonna be somebody someday You could bet your hard earned dollar I will" Mmmmmm "I'm gonna be somebody One of these days I'm gonna break these chains I'm gonna be somebody You could bet your hard earned dollar I will" Oh, yes I will You could bet your hard earned dollar I will |
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| 3. |
| 4:20 |
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Well I was raised on country classics
Like Roy Acuff and George Jones Lord I loved to hear 'em Sing all them old time country songs But I really got excited 'bout the time I turned 15 That's the first time I heard Waylon and old Bocephus sing They put some drive in their country that really turned me on Yeah, put some drive in your country Keep country drivin' on When the music gets you movin' You know that can't be wrong Every time I hear that outlaw stuff on my car radio It makes me wanna drive it just as fast as it will go Put some drive in your country Let's keep country drivin' on We played some shows in Atlanta on Sunday afternoons The gigs were packed and I was nervous Cause I wanted folks to like my tunes The crowds were full of younger people They were all about my age So I turned and told the band just before we walked on stage Put some drive in your country fellas We turned those people on Yeah, put some drive in your country Keep country drivin' on When the music gets you dancin' You know that can't be wrong See I made myself a promise when I was just a kid I'd mix southern rock and country and that's just what I did Put some drive in your country Keep country drivin' on Put some drive in your country Hey, let's keep country drivin' on When the music gets you movin' You know that can't be wrong I still love old country I ain't tryin' to put it down Damn I miss Duanne Allman I wish he was still around Put some drive in the country Keep country drivin' on Put some drive in the country Let's keep country drivin' on |
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| 4. |
| 4:01 |
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Baby, close that suitcase you've been packing
Just sit down and talk to me awhile I know you tried to tell me what was lacking But I guess I must've missed it by a mile Well, this time, girl, I swear to you I'll listen Help me understand where I went wrong It's hard to find myself in this position Scared that I'll go crazy once you're gone [CHORUS] Help me hold on To what we have Once our love was strong It can be again You said it takes two To make love last You were right all along So help me hold on What've I got to do to make it better? What've I got to do to make you see? That even though I promised you forever I never knew how hard that would be I realize I took your love for granted But I've learned that love worth having don't come free And I'll pay any price it takes to keep you Satisfied and staying here with me [REPEAT CHORUS X 2] You were right all along... So help me hold on |
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| 5. |
| 5:19 |
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My daddy told me stories about how this country was when he was just a kid
How people took the time to care and took alot of pride in the things they did And I can't help but wonder What happened to that spirit Down through the years Is it something we've forgotten Or something that we just don't want to hear Chorus: It's a sign of the times we're in When we can't find the time to help a friend Or show a little more compassion too The problems in each others lives We're more concerned with makin' money Than stayin' home lovin' our family And I wish I could change the things I see In the signs of the times I you need to borrow money now They want to know how many assets you can claim It's not like it was back years ago When grandpa borrowed money simply on his name And it sure does seem a pity But a man's word don't count for much here anymore And I wish I could turn the clock back to The way my daddy said it was before Chorus: (twice) And I wish I could change the things I see In the signs of the times |
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| 6. |
| 2:58 |
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Raised a child of farmin' folks down in the southern land,
I worked all day in the summer sun till my back was leather tan. I've been called hillbilly I been called a redneck too, But I ain't backwards, dumb, or poor, just red white and blue. Son of the new south, Step child of uncle sam, Baptized in 100 proof and saved by the blood of the lamb, This is the new south still drink our tea from a mason jar, We're the backbone of this country and proud of who we are. From Richmond to Montgomery, San Antoine to Caroline, There's a brand new spirit sweepin' in like wind through geogia pines. I hold on to some old ways, I ain't scared to try the new, But when it comes to what I change I'll be the one to choose. Son of the new south, Step child of uncle sam, Baptized in 100 proof, and saved by the blood of the lamb, This is the new south, Still drink our tea from a mason jar, We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we are. Yeah Well the times are a changin And the South has come of age We put the past behind us It's time to turn the page Son of the new south, Step child of uncle sam, Baptized in 100 proof, and saved by the blood of the lamb, This is the new south, Still drink our tea from a mason jar, We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we are. Son of the new south, Step child of uncle sam, Baptized in 100 proof, and saved by the blood of the lamb, This is the new south, Still drink our tea from a mason jar, We're the backbone of this country and we're proud of who we areeeeeeeeee. Whoooo |
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| 7. |
| 4:00 |
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you only wanted what money could buy,any trinket that sparkled would catch your
green eyes I should have known better,but i loved you too much,and when you spent all my savings,love was not enough.If i were a drinker i'd be drunk tonight,and if'n i were a gambler,i'd bet my last dime,you're out with another,and you won't be home,but if i were a rich man you would'nt be gone.We used to go dancin' on saturday night you shined like a diamond underneath those blue lights you were a fools gold oh but i would soon learn i'd never make you happy with the money i earned.If i were a drinker,i'd be drunk tonight,and if'n i was a gambler,lord i'd bet my last dime you're out with another,and you won't be home,but if i were a rich man you would'nt be gone |
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| 8. |
| 4:41 |
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Full moon risin' over Atlanta
And I'm fourteen stories high Lookin' down on a street full of people Just like bees in a hive Lord sometimes I feel just like a number Like somebody lost my name I just couldn't wait to get here to the city Now I can't remember why I came Chorus: And the road home keeps on gettin' longer Old friends and yesterday's are further away And that old home grown felling's gettin' stronger Sayin' I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday Cattails growin' down by the river So crystal clear in my mind And there's a song that I still remember Sung by the wind in the pines Lord the people ain't never in a hurry Ain't never bothered by time They just take their troubles and all of their worries And hang 'em on the end of a fishin' line Chorus (times three) Sayin' I'm gonna be a goner if I don't go back someday |
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| 5:17 |
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As I sit here surrounded, By people and lights Along with my drink at the bar You?ve been here forever, So clear in my mind I just don?t know where you are But I know I?ll find you, But girl till I do This is my love song for you Let?s hold hands on the porch swing Under the moon While the wind through the willows Plays us a tune We can lie on a blanket, Out back in the yard And wish for our future On a far away star And you?ll feel the passion, As time after time I press your sweet lips to mine We can dance to the radio, Right up till dawn Till you drift off To dream in my arms You might be hundreds, Or more miles away Or you might be just down the street But there?ll be a hunger, Deep in your eyes That I?ll recognize when we meet It might take hours, Or it might talk years But this is the song you will hear Let?s hold hands on the porch swing Under the moon While the wind through the willows Plays us a tune We can lie on a blanket, Out back in the yard And wish for our future On a far away star And you?ll feel the passion, As time after time I press your sweet lips to mine We can dance to the radio, Right up till dawn Till you drift off To dream in my arms And you?ll feel the passion As time after time I press your sweet lips to mine We can dance to the radio, Right up till dawn Till you drift off To dream in my arms |
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| 6:04 |
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Well the first thing I remember is the smell of burnin' cinders And the sound of that old whistle on the wind I always wondered where the train was going But I never cared at all where it had been Yeah the first chance I got, I was gone like a shot Following that old dream of mine My only desire was to catch that flyer And ride it to the end of the line My life is like a Dixie Flyer She don't ever look back So pour on the coal Let the good times roll Till the train runs out of track Full speed ahead no I ain't stoppin' yet I feel that drivin' wheel down in my soul I been some places where the train don't stop Some places where the train don't even go Yeah some are satisfied just to sit on the side And watch as the trains roll by That ain't me, there's too much to see Gonna roll until the day that I die My life is like a Dixie Flyer She don't ever look back So pour on the coal Let the good times roll Till the train runs out of track Till the train runs out of track Till the train runs out of track |
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