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You told everybody that I couldn't drive
You didn't even want me around You knocked my love and you know that's a lie 'Cause I'm a good man when the flag goes down I'm gonna drive like I never been hurt Down the road like you never lied I'll find my way like I never been lost And you never laughed and I never cried I'll say goodbye to all my friends That won't take too very long They'll be real big men someday Never gonna miss me when I'm gone I'm gonna drive like I never been hurt I'll be long gone like you never lied l'll find my way like I never been lost And you never laughed and I never cried I'm in the road I'm in the right I got a mind to drive all night When I get there they'll know my name My head's blowin' loose all over again Fuel's gettin' hot sun's gettin' high Salt is burnin' in my eyes My brain's still good my tires are fair lf my drag chute fails baby I don't care Chorus |
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I was just a boy in school 1954
I heard Johnny singin' on my Sears radio I wouldn't do my schoolwork then nor join in schoolyard games I'd sit there by the radio so I could hear him sing Hey porter, hey porter would you tell me the time I want to get on board John I want to ride your train I don't care where you're goin' long as it ain't where I been There ain't nothin' in this little town that a boy like me can do So if you're goin' to Folsom Prison I want to go there too I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die I tried to learn the guitar blues to ease my troubled mind But Johnny kept a movin' and I kept wastin' time He was somewhere down Big River but all that I could see Was west Pico Boulevard and that's what tortured me And I followed you Big River when you called Johnny Cash will never die buddy can't you see He's up there with the Tennessee Two for all eternity But sometimes in the dark of night his voice still calls to me Hey porter hey porter was what I heard him say On my Sears and Roebuck radio Pasadena KXLA. |
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I want to go to steel guitar heaven
That's the only resting place for me I want to go to steel guitar Heaven There's a lot of swinging cats I been wanting to see Like Joaquin Murphy and Jimmy Day Shake hands with Speedy and shout hooray That's steel guitar heaven to me I heard about steel guitar heaven I'm going when I die I heard Paul Bixby's been waiting He's got something new that he wants me to try lt turns itself on and tells you a joke Lights you a drink and pours you a smoke Paul I don't think it's ready! That's steel guitar heaven to me Well, folks, I think the good Lord must love steel players, He's made so many of them Matter of fact, He's still trying. But the good Lord knows that the steel player's life on Earth isn't often easy, So He's set aside a little corner of Heaven, custom made, just for you. First thing you'll notice, there's always plenty of courteous free parking And don't it just seem like that old triple-neck ain't near as heavy as it used to be? Step inside, and you'll find the walls are covered in real knotty pine, And just take a gander at all that luxurious hi-lo shag, continuous filament, Nylon-pile, wall-to-wall carpeting. Our Lord chose green-and-gold, my personal favourite. The tables and chairs are upholstered in genuine naugahyde, and here our Lord chose red, I think it's appropriate. There's always a lot of cowboy carrying on up on the bandstand, and you're bound to hear some old familiar voices calling, man, look who's here, come on up and sit on in. It's C6th day again. You can't get fired up in Heaven Your union card's all paid There ain't no bosses up in heaven I heard Spade Cooley didn't make the grade Everybody's got a Story up in Heaven Some we all know well All steel players go to Heaven Some just go through hell But the Good Lord loves each and every one When your ragtime cowboy days are done Come up to steel guitar Heaven with me That's steel guitar Heaven to me. |
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I'm recording again and you know why
I need money and that's no lie Fernando sez my car is trash and he wants cash My car is old but it's still good I wouldn't change it baby if I could I really like that old Cadillac Fernando sez he won't give it back Never liked no Jap Cars ain't startin' up now The whole world's gone crazy anyhow Public transportation gets me down Might end up in a bad part of town Fernando sez it's understood No offense your credit ain't good You white folks had it it's all gone now Never had no rhythm anyhow Fernando sez take a clue Fernando sez you're overdue Fernando sez take in mind Fernando sez it's cash on the line |
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I got a dog in this fight I got troops on the ground
His name is old Spayed Kooley he's the meanest dog in town If you think I'm foolin' try bustin' in through the door He'll tear you a whole brand new one and you won't come back no more Spayed's a good dog he's really bad He's the best pal this poor boy ever had Now Spayed might get suspicious when first you chance to meet So if you come a callin' you better wipe your feet Empty out your pockets let him see your hands Be sure to talk good English so he can understand Spayed likes mariachis he loves to hear 'em croon I know he'lI be watchin' if the fiddles ain't in tune When you come 'round to our table you better play it sweet Or it's adios muchachos down on Olivera Street Spayed's a good dog he's really fine So if you want to be a friend of mine Pledge allegiance to our flag try to sing on key And you won't have no problem with my dog Spayed Kooley |
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When the evening shadows fall I'm dreaming
Of a certain smile a secret rendezvous When the day is past and gone I'll come creeping Down the dark end of the street again to you In a dimly lit cafe as we go dancing I try to smile and hide a love that's true Then they play a lovely tune as we're romancing And I can't pretend no matter what I do Dark and different so they tell me lt's forbidden so they say But l just tell them we're so happy She's my Filipino dance halt girl Good friends have all withdrawn their salutations Good neighbors pause when I come down the street Preacher has a look of scom on Sunday morning And there's a frown on every face I see Que sera sera the Bible tells me Novus Ordo Seclorum so they say I just teil them adios muchachos She's my Filipino dance hall girl Then she whispers while we're dancing In a language soft and low I just tell her darling I love you You're my Filipino dance hall girl |
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A mobile home in Anaheim
It's double-wide it's new, it's clean It's a friendly town I think it's time it's what we need We had a long run together a life you can't compare But the world is changing and it's getting strange out there Forty years of motel rooms cigarettes and magazines From Spokane clear down to Bakersfield You might have seen us on the highway so many times before But my dwarf is getting tired and my fat man just won't travel anymore Skinny-looking farmers brought their families down Looking for a fat time Had to work all day just to make them spend one thin dime Like hot dog contests man you could eat 'em Might raise a buck or two Boxing matches you couldn't beat 'em That midget kangaroo was a little too fast for you We came down here to say good by to an old-time friend of mine He died Inside his rubber suit out on the street of dreams lt was a hot July Sunday and he was working over time Cause the people like seeing Mickey walk by down in Anaheim Dwarves and fat men just might do the very best they can But they can't compare with Tomorrow Land it seems We had some real Western times together but it can't be like before Cause my dwarf is getting tired and my fat man just won't travel anymore No we won't be seen from Bakersfield clear up to Spokane anymore |
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Three o'clock this morning I woke up in a dream
Thought I heard a flat-head motor roar thought I smelled gasoline A feeling came upon me that I ain't had in years Something like a hot dry wind whistling past my ears Sayin time time time is all you got There's a memory that's still burning way down in my mind And that's why I'm going out and try a flathead one more time I ain't seen my racing buddies in thirty years or more One by one I lost them out on the dry lake floor We liked to push those flat head cars as hard as they could go Just like old Whisky Bob down on thunder road I hear their voices calling just across the finish line And that's why I'm going out and try a flathead one more time I'll get back to you baby don't you have no fear 'Cause I been there and I wrecked that and baby I'm still here But I can't take you with me when I cross the finish line And that's why I'm going out and try a flathead one more time |
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I started writing country songs in 1962
Just a dream that I had on my mind My girl and I got married in 1963 We tried so hard to keep our dreams alive So I bought an old house-trailer out on the country side You can't write country songs in town they say We packed up and moved out there and as the time went by We found that we liked living free that way I got me an old Cadillac just to have around Cadillacs and country songs were meant to be I heard that old Hank Williams drove one just like mine So I thought that something might rub off on me You can take what you want after I'm gone It's only just a little place that we called home sweet home One old house trailer two rusty Cadillacs and 5000 country music songs I always sent my songs up to Nashville town In Gase the boys could use a guy like me But the mailman brought 'em right back down and I think it made him sad You're bound to get you one just wait and see I recall the year Ray Price came through town His tour bus parked about a mile from here I sat there in the backseat of that old Coupe De Ville Those shoes were just too big to fill that year A song on Bobby Bare would take you anywhere If I'm still here it wasn't for lack of trying My wife would tell me Honey I'm feelin' somethin' there Don't care if Bobby never reads a line [Chorus] Then late one Summer evening she called me to her side Saying sing me something in your real old style The one I like to hear Bobby Bare passed by I'll just close my eyes and rest a while Well she liked that big old tree and the honeysuckle vine And the mocking bird that sang so tenderly I just packed up all those song words and my old guitar I locked them up and threw away the key |
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Little Trona girl little Trona girl Little
Trona girl will you wait for me Standing in the twilight by the highway side In my mirror I can nee the teardrops in her eyes Little Trona girl little Trona girl Little Trona girl will you wait for me |
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