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I can help you get to heaven, right here on channel seven
Put your hands on the TV and pray Check out that hot line on channel thirty-nine Might be your lucky day Just send a small donation directly to the station Get it in right away Don't let the smooth talk fool you Don't let the sharks get to you Don't let small minds out there on prime time Make a chump out of you Baby, don't let the smooth talk fool you Hold on tight to your money, they're out to get you, honey They got a million ways They'll look into your eyes and tell you sweet lies And put your mind in a daze Just like them bad rhymes on drugstore valentines They ain't got nothin' to say Don't let the smooth talk fool you Honey, don't let the sharks get to you Don't let some slow walkin', good lookin', fast talkin' man Make a chump out of you Baby, don't let the smooth talk fool you You know I've been around awhile I got some information you can use With their eyes on the prize They'll fill you full of lies and baby that's the truth, oh, yeah You got to be careful, baby Don't let the smooth talk fool you Don't let the sharks get to you Don't let some slow dancing Ricochet romancin' man Make a chump out of you Baby, don't let the smooth talk fool you Don't let the sharks get to you Don't let some slow walkin', good lookin', fast talkin' man Make a chump out of you Baby, don't let the smooth talk fool you Oh, yeah Come on now Alright |
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I learned to swim when daddy threw me in the river
The army taught me how to shine my shoes The years have shown me that nothin' lasts forever But everything I know about the blues I learned from you I thought I'd seen my share of bad luck and hard times But nothin' set me up for what you put me through I learned a lesson that will hurt me for a lifetime 'Cause everything I know about the blues I learned from you I know that promises are things that just get broken And you can't trust a woman's tears And if love is what you place your hope in All your hope may disappear In certain circles I've acquired a reputation But I give credit where credit is due Yes it's true I've got a first rate education 'Cause everything I know about the blues Everything I know about the blues Everything I know about the blues I learned from you |
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| 3:01 |
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Well, it's finally sinkin' in, you ain't comin' back
I'll get my old guitar down off the rack And sing the blues about you, baby, sing the blues about you, baby It's really bringin' me down, I'm just mopin' around I got the blues about you, baby Well, the hardest thing honey 'bout havin' the blues Like walkin' the floor in a dead man's shoes I got the blues about you, baby, I got the blues about you, baby Maybe this homemade wine will wash you outta my mind I got the blues about you, baby I keep knockin' at the door but you won't let me in I'll be back tomorrow night a knockin' again I got the blues about you, baby, I got the blues about you, baby I'm a fool for you, I got nothin' to lose I got the blues about you, baby, alright Well, now honey, if we had a little heart to heart Maybe we could find us a brand new start I got the blues about you, baby, I got the blues about you, baby Well, I'm a fool for you, I ain't got nothin' to lose I'm a fool about you, baby Well, now I can't sleep but just lay in bed Starin' at the ceiling, going outta my head I got the blues about you, baby, I got the blues about you, baby It's really bringin' me down, I'm just a mopin' around I got the blues about you, baby, alright kid You know you really oughta be ashamed of yourself For breakin' my heart and ruinin' my health I got the blues about you, baby, I got the blues about you, baby Well, you committed the crime but I'm doin' the time I got the blues about you, baby I got the blues about you baby, I got the blues about you, baby I'm a fool for you, I ain't got nothin' to lose I got the blues about you, baby |
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| 3:57 |
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At a truck stop in San Angelo
I saw a billboard 'bout this rodeo Last weekend out in El Paso So I signed up to ride I drew a bull called Original Sin Heard he'd killed a couple of men Figured this was somethin' I could win 'Cause the devil's on my side I was havin' myself one hell of a ride When I, I ended up disqualified 'Cause that danged old bull just up and died Before they blew the whistle When I got them North Texas blues Thought, I'd paid all my dues Then them South Texas blues Told me, son you ain't through Had them East Texas blues And them West Texas too I've done all I know to do Tryin' to lose, tryin' to lose these lone star blues I got laid off at Brown and Root On my way back to Cut and Shoot I lost my wristwatch and my boots Shootin' dice with a dude from Houston There ain't no jobs here workin' cattle So I got on part time haulin' gravel With some outfit from Seattle Down here buildin' custom homes When I got them North Texas blues Thought, I'd paid all my dues And then them South Texas blues Told me son you ain't through Had them East Texas blues And them West Texas too I've done all I know to do Tryin' to lose, tryin' to lose these lone star blues, alright I gassed up my truck and packed my clothes Turned in my key and hit the road I said, Cowtown's where I'll go You never know I might get lucky I got a friend there turning knobs At this place called Billy Bob's Said he could get me a job There workin' as a bouncer First night on the job was just insane Some ol' boy got all deranged Hit me in the head with a Harley chain To this day my ears still ring I got them North Texas blues Thought, I'd paid all my dues And them South Texas blues Told me son you ain't through Had them East Texas blues And them West Texas too I've done all I know to do Tryin' to lose, tryin' to lose these lone star blues I've done all I know to do Tryin' to lose, tryin' to lose these lone star blues |
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| 3:16 |
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I know how much you hate to get up in the mornin'
But somebody's gotta make a move. There's a parking lot full of Po-lice outside And they all 'axed' of you. He said "I might mislead you but I would n't ever lie to ya." And I said "Well hell, that's the way it ought to be." And he said "I never shot him. He shot himself, While he was shootin' at me." Hey there's a pitchfork sticking through the roof of the car And both the headlights are busted out." These people say they saw you runnin' away." He said, "Hell, I was just going for help." I hope somebody's writin' this down. Let's get our story straight, boys, 'fore we get back to town. My guess is, he just went insane, tried to swim away with too much change. The Doctor said I can fix that for ya but it's gonna be awhile. Just go on an' take a seat. Try not to bleed on the carpet and pull the door shut when you leave. A singer/songwriter/massage therapist friend of mine said y'all might be needin' a little help. Now I'll drive your truck but I don't lift nothin' and I room all by myself! I hope somebody's writin' this down. Let's get our story straight, boys, 'fore we get back to town. Now all y'all witnessed what I said he done. I hope he makes bail. I love it when they run. |
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Who's gonna butter your bread for you? Who's gonna fix your tea?
Who's gonna chase away your blues? For who's gonna let you break their hearts just anytime you please? Who's gonna pay the price of loving you? I don't know who it will be But I can tell you who it won't be Who's gonna light your Christmas up? Who's gonna rake your leaves? Who's gonna keep you out of trouble? Do you really think he's man enough down there on his knees? Don't you hope that he don't bust your bubble I don't know who it will be But I can tell you who it won't be I've been here for a long time Till I found out it's the wrong kind of love Because you're never satisfied, I stay all broke up inside It matters not how hard I try, I can't do enough So, who's gonna heat your January, keep your summer cool? Who's gonna bring you all the things you need? For who's gonna be the next in line, in your chain of fools? Better hope that he don't need much room to breath I don't know who it will be But I can tell you who it won't be I've been here for a long time Till I found out it's the wrong kind of love Because you're never satisfied, I stay all broke up inside It matters not how hard I try, I can't do enough So, who's gonna butter your bread for you? Who's gonna fix your tea? Or who's gonna chase away your blues? Or who's gonna let you break their hearts just anytime you please? Or who's gonna pay the price of loving you? I don't know who it will be But I can tell you who it won't be |
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| 3:00 |
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Don't want to love you anymore
If i could I'd close that door it's not the way it was and it hurts me way to much Don't want to love you anymore Don't want to love you anymore it's uncertain that's for sure it's time to face the facts that you don't love me back I don't want to love you anymore I don't want to need you like I need you tonight I don't want to want you and live this kind of life you give me just enough of what I want to keep me hanging on Don't want to love you anymore Don't want to love you anymore don't want to fight a losing war no need to try again cause there's no way I can win Don't want to love you anymore Don't want to love you anymore |
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Been down in the dumps for a day or two
Thinkin' baby, it was time for me to make a move Late night skyline that's when it hit me Well, I got to have me some of that New York City Now, I was leaving San Diego in a Chevrolet van I, out across the desert into no man's land I just love the west you know, sure it's pretty But I got to have me some of that New York City I've been away too long and I got the itch To do a little time in the east coast nitch Down on Broadway and do a little diddy Smack dab in the middle of New York City, oh yeah I've been away too long and I got the itch To do a little time in the east coast nitch Down on Broadway and do a little diddy Smack dab in the middle of New York City, oh yeah Now, I was leaving California on a warm summer night The ocean on my left and the mountains on my right To leave it all behind sure seemed like a pity But I got to have me some of that New York City, oh yeah, oh yeah |
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