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One by one they're turning out the lights
I've been feedin' that ol' jukebox just to hold you tight I guess its for the best I just put in my last dime I heard you whisper "We'll meet again, another place, another time" Chairs are stacked all over tables its closing time they say I could wait right here forever if they'd only let me stay Anywhere would be much better than lonley room of mine Throug a lonely night a waitin' for Another place, Another time Won't that room of mine be a lonely place to be I've been so used to holding you close to me Won't that old stairway be hard to climb To a lonley room waiting for another place, another time Won't that old stairway be hard to climb To a lonely room to wait for Another Place, Another Time |
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You left me and you went away
You said that you'd be back in just a day Oh yeah, you've broken your promise And you left me here alone I don't know why you did dear But I do know that you're gone And I'm walkin' the floor over you (I'm walkin' yes I'm walkin') I can't sleep a wink that is true (I'm walkin' yes I'm walkin') I'm hopin' and I'm prayin' As my heart breaks right in two (I'm walkin' yes I'm walkin') Walkin' the floor over you Yeah, someday you may be lonesome too Walkin' that floor is good for you, oh yeah Just keep right on walkin' And it won't hurt you to cry Remember that I love you, baby And I will till the day I die I'm walkin' the floor over you (I'm walkin' yes I'm walkin') Can't sleep a wink that is true (I'm walkin' yes I'm walkin') Hopin' and I'm prayin' As my heart breaks right in two (I'm walkin' yes I'm walkin') Walkin' the floor over you One more time now I'm walkin' the floor over you Can't sleep a wink that is true, oh yeah Hopin' and I'm prayin', Lord As my heart breaks right in two Walkin' the floor over you, yeah |
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I know I'm not a perfect husband although I'd like to be
But payday nights and those painted women they do strange things to me But then when the party's over and the good is all she sees Though I let her down she still comes around just to love what's left of me Six days out of seven I work hard at doing right But believe me you could set your watch on any Friday night But then I'm lucky she understands and the fool that lives in me Though I let her down she still comes around to love what's left of me The way I'm living it's a wonder she can take it But that woman she's got a heart of gold it's justing me to break it I know I don't deserve her but I'm thankful as can be And though I let her down she still comes around just to love what's left of me And though I let her down she still comes around just to love what's left of me |
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I wake up in the morning I'm still crying, yes I am
And on my lips I can taste your goodnight kiss In my room the fragrance of your perfume lingers And I know there must be more to love than this I look across my lonely room and see your picture Your loving smiling face I know I miss, yes I would darlin' And I remebered to another you're still married And I know there must be more to love than this The ringing phone sounds like the doorbell to heaven, oh Lord Your voice sounds like an angel full of bliss But I'll go through hell tonight if I don't see you And I know there must be more to love than this There must be more to love than stolen moments This love it should have brought me happiness Ever since we started lovin' I've been hurtin' hurtin' hurtin' And I know there must be more to love than this Yes I know there must be more to love than this |
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Well busted flat in Baton Rouge a headin' for the trains Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans Ol' Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained Lord took us all the way to New Orleans Pulled my ol' har'poon out of my dirty red bandana Blowed it low while Bobby sang the blues With them windshield whipers slappin' time And Bobby clappin' hands with mine We finally sang up ever song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues Lord that was good enough for me yeah good enough for me and Bobby McGee From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul She was standin' right beside me Lord through everything I done And every night she kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas Lord I let her slip away Looking for the home I hope she'll find And I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday Holding her body close to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose And nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues Lord that was good enough for me yeah good enough for me and Bobby McGee Yeah (la la la la...) |
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(Today I can feel it touching home)
Today pain became a real life's hurtin' thing And the choir of loneliness sang me a song Now I know just what it means to lose a lifetime dream Cause today I can feel it touching home No longer do I wonder why men have lost their minds Or wind up in a jungle of flashing neon signs Now I know just how long a man can last when love is gone Cause today I can feel it touching home No longer do I wonder why men have lost their minds Or wind up in a jungle of flashing neon signs Now I know just how long a man can last when love is gone Cause today I can feel it touching home Cause today I can feel it touching home |
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Today he traded his big 98 Oldsmobile
He got a heck of a deal On a new Porsche car He ain't wearing his usual grey business suit He's got jeans and high boots With an embroidered star An today he's forty years old going on twenty Don't look for the grey in his hair 'Cause he ain't got any He's got a young thing beside him That just melts in his hand He's middle aged crazy Trying to prove he still can He's gotta a woman he's loved for a long long time at home Ah but the thrill is all gone When they cut down the lights They've got a business that they spent a while comming by Been a long uphill climb But now the profits are high But today he's forty years old going on twenty And he hears of sordid affairs and he aint had any And the young thing beside him You know she understands That he's middle aged crazy Trying to prove he still can |
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Well I've took enough pills for big Memphis town
Ol' Jerry Lee's dranked enough whiskey to lift any ship off the ground I'll be the first to admit Sure do wish these people would quit it You know its tough enough To straightin' up when these idiots won't leave you alone. Jerry Lee Lewis's life would make a damn good country song I've always done my best I've tried to walk tall Walk on Killer But when the evening was over I was drunk stumbling into walls Well I know I've earned my reputation Can't they see I've found my salvation? I guess they'd rather prove me wrong My life would make a damn good country song Lets get it now! I've had my share of women But they always seem to leave Gonna put me another quarter In the ol' pinball machine Well I know the ol' Killers been wrong That ol' change came over me took too long My life would make a damn good country song Jerry Lee Lewis's life would make a damn good country song! |
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