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1. |
| 3:44 | ||||
Today I started lovin' you again
And I'm right back to where I've really always been I got over you just long enough to let my heartache mend And then today I started loving you again What a fool I was to think, I could get by With only these few million tears I cried I should have known the worst was yet to come And the crying time for me had just begun Today I started loving you again And I'm right back to where I've really always been I got over you just long enough to let my heartache mend And then today I started loving you again Today I started loving you again And I'm right back to where I've really always been I got over you just long enough to let my heartache mend And then today I started loving you again |
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2. |
| 3:40 | ||||
Could be holding you tonight Could be doing wrong or doing right You don't care about what I think I think I'll just stay here and drink Hey, putting you down won't square the deal A least you'll know what I feel Hey, take all the money in the bank I think I'll just stay here and drink Hey, listen close and you can hear That loud jukebox playing in my ear Ain't no woman gonna change the way I think I think I'll just stay here and drink Hey, hurtin' me know don't mean a thing Since love ain't here I don't feel a thing My mind ain't nothing but a total blank I think I'll just stay here and drink |
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3. |
| 2:08 | ||||
The first thing I remember knowing, Was a lonesome whistle blowing, And a young un's dream of growing up to ride; On a freight train leaving town, Not knowing where I'm bound, No-one could change my mind but Mama tried. One and only rebel child, From a family, meek and mild: My Mama seemed to know what lay in store. Despite all my Sunday learning, Towards the bad, I kept on turning. 'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore. And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole. No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried. Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied. That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried. Instrumental break. Dear old Daddy, rest his soul, Left my Mom a heavy load; She tried so very hard to fill his shoes. Working hours without rest, Wanted me to have the best. She tried to raise me right but I refused. And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole. No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried. Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied. That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried. |
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4. |
| 3:40 | ||||
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp, Sister played the ringing tambourine. Mama couldn't hear our pretty music, She read our lips and helped the family sing. That little band was all a part of living, And our only means of living at the time; And it wasn't like no normal family combo, Cause Daddy Frank the guitar man was blind. Frank and mama counted on each other; Their one and only weakness made them strong. Mama did the driving for the family, And Frank made a living with a song. Home was just a camp along the highway; A pick-up bed was where we bedded down. Don't ever once remember going hungry, But I remember mama cooking on the ground. Don't remember how they got acquainted; I can't recall just how it came to be. There had to be some special help from someone, And blessed be the one that let it be. Fever caused my mama's loss of hearing. Daddy Frank was born without his sight. And mama needed someone she could lean on, And I believe the guitar man was right. Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp, Sister played the ringing tambourine. Mama couldn't hear our pretty music, She read our lips and helped the family sing. |
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5. |
| 2:41 | ||||
We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee; We don't take no trips on LSD We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street; We like livin' right, and bein' free. I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee, A place where even squares can have a ball We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all We don't make a party out of lovin'; We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo; We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy, Like the hippies out in San Francisco do. And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee, A place where even squares can have a ball. We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all. Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear; Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen. Football's still the roughest thing on campus, And the kids here still respect the college dean. We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse, In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA. |
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6. |
| 2:53 | ||||
I hear people talkin' bad,
About the way we have to live here in this country, Harpin' on the wars we fight, An' gripin' 'bout the way things oughta be. An' I don't mind 'em switchin' sides, An' standin' up for things they believe in. When they're runnin' down my country, man, They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me. Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me. Runnin' down the way of life, Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep. If you don't love it, leave it: Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'. If you're runnin' down my country, man, You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me. I read about some squirrely guy, Who claims, he just don't believe in fightin'. An' I wonder just how long, The rest of us can count on bein' free. They love our milk an' honey, But they preach about some other way of livin'. When they're runnin' down my country, hoss, They're walkin' on the fightin' side of me. Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me. Runnin' down the way of life, Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep. If you don't love it, leave it: Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'. If you're runnin' down my country, man, You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me. Yeah, walkin' on the fightin' side of me. Runnin' down the way of life, Our fightin' men have fought and died to keep. If you don't love it, leave it: Let this song I'm singin' be a warnin'. If you're runnin' down my country, man, You're walkin' on the fightin' side of me. |
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7. |
| 3:09 | ||||
Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run, the highway is my home I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days While Mama used to pray my crops would fail I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways, Outrun the law or spend my life in jail I'd like to settle down but they won't let me A fugitive must be a rolling stone Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, the highway is my home I'm lonely but I can't afford the luxury Of having one I love to come along She'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with me For he who travels fastest goes alone I'd like to settle down but they won't let me A fugitive must be a rolling stone Down every road there's always one more city I'm on the run, the highway is my home I'm on the run, the highway is my home |
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8. |
| 2:42 | ||||
Each night I leave the barroom when it over Not feeling any pain at closing time But tonight you memory found me much to sober Couldn drink enough to keep you off my mind Tonight the bottle let down And let you memory come around The one true friend I thought I found Tonight the bottle let down I always had a bottle I could turn to And lately I been turning everyday But the wind don take effect the way it used to And I hurting in an old familiar way Tonight the bottle let down And let you memory come around The one true friend I thought I found Tonight the bottle let down |
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9. |
| 2:49 | ||||
This old smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to But if gave up my home to see you satisfied And I just called to let you know where I'll be living It's not much but I feel welcome here inside And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool And my new home has got a flashing neon sign Stop by and see me anytime you want to Cause I'm always here at home till closing time I've got everything I need to drive me crazy I've got everything it takes to lose my mind And in here the atmosphere's just right for heartaches And thanks to you I'm always here till closing time And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool And my new home has got a flashing neon sign Stop by and see me anytime you want to Cause I'm always here at home till closing time Yeah, I'm always here at home till closing time |
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10. |
| 2:29 | ||||
Oh, the love you promised would be mine forever
I would have bet my bottom dollar on Well, it sure turned out to be a short forever Just once I turned my back and you were gone From now on all my friends are gonna be strangers I'm all through ever trusting anyone The only thing I can count on now is my fingers I was a fool believing in you, now you are gone It amazes me, not knowing any better Than to think I had a love who would be true Why, I should be taken out, tarred and feathered To have let myself be taken in by you |