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Now I'm a pretty big man around this town
I got me the hottest little Chevy around My sweet little '66 She got a yellow front fender and a gray one on the back But my income tax is comin' and I'm gonna paint her black Sweet little '66 She got the 396, she got the four on the floor And those stickers in the window ain't just for show My sweet little '66 Now old Bubba and me built her back in '79 Then he went into the army so now she's all mine Sweet little '66 I used to run her down on River Road and make a little dough Can't afford another ticket so I'm laying kinda low Me and my '66 Now she ain't too good on gasoline, she burns a little oil But she was built by union labor on American soil Sweet little '66 So when your Subaru is over and your Honda's history I'll be blastin' down some back road with my baby next to me In my sweet little 66 |
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| 2. |
| 3:30 |
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I could tell it when I woke up this mornin'
'Cause I can smell it when a heartache's comin' Not that I'm in such a hurry to lose you I'd call you up but there's nothin' that I can do Talkin' won't do any good anyway 'Cause goodbye's all we've got left to say I don't think that it'll get any better So maybe you could just write me a letter And I could open it up when I'm stronger Another ten or twelve years, maybe longer Guess I just don't feel much like bad news today Goodbye's all we've got left to say Don't try to call me 'cause I'm takin' my phone out 'Cause if it rings, I'll know what it's about And don't you worry 'bout me 'cause I'm alright Maybe you'll run into me somewhere, some night And if you do just keep goin' your way Goodbye's all we've got left to say |
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| 3. |
| 2:36 |
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Hey pretty baby are you ready for me
It's your good rockin' daddy down from Tennessee I'm just out of Austin bound for San Antone With the radio blastin' and the bird dog on There's a speed trap up ahead in Selma Town But no local yokel gonna shut me down 'Cause me and my boys got this rig unwound And we've come a thousand miles from a Guitar Town Nothin' ever happened 'round my hometown And I ain't the kind to just hang around But I heard someone callin' my name one day And I followed that voice down the lost highway Everybody told me you can't get far On thirty-seven dollars and a jap guitar Now I'm smokin' into Texas with the hammer down And a rockin' little combo from the Guitar Town Hey pretty baby don't you know it ain't my fault I love to hear the steel belts hummin' on the asphalt Wake up in the middle of the night in a truck stop Stumble in the restaurant wonderin' why I don't stop Gotta keep rockin' why I still can I gotta two pack habit and a motel tan But when my boots hit the boards I'm a brand new man With my back to the riser I make my stand And hey pretty baby won't you hold me tight We're loadin' up and rollin' out of here tonight One of these days I'm gonna settle down And take you back with me to the Guitar Town |
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| 3:33 |
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My grandaddy was a miner, but he finally saw the light
He didn't have much, just a beat-up truck and a dream about a better life Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye, never heard such a lonesome sound Pretty soon the dirt road turned into blacktop, Detroit City bound Down that hillbilly highway That hillbilly highway Hillbilly highway Goes on and on He worked and saved his money so that one day he might send My old man off to college, to use his brains and not his hands Grandmama cried when she waved goodbye, never heard such a lonesome sound But daddy had himself a good job in Houston, one more rollin' down Down that hillbilly highway That hillbilly highway Hillbilly highway Goes on and on Grandaddy rolled over in his grave the day that I quit school I just sat around the house playin' my guitar, Daddy said I was a fool My mama cried when I said goodbye, I never heard such a lonesome sound Now I'm standin' on this highway and if you're going my way You know where I'm bound |
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| 5. |
| 4:05 |
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I got a job but it ain't nearly enough
A twenty thousand dollar pickup truck Belongs to me and the bank and some funny talkin' man from Iran I left the service and got a G.I. loan I got married bought myself a home Now I hang around this one horse town and do the best than I can Gettin' tough Just my luck I was born in the land of plenty now there ain't enough Gettin' cold I've been told Nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy Been goin' nowhere down a one-way track I'd kill to leave it but ain't no turnin' back Got the wife and the kids and what would everybody say My brother's standin' on a welfare line And any minute now I might get mine Meanwhile it's the I.R.S. and the devil to pay I hit the beer joints every Friday night Spend a little money lookin' for a fight It don't matter if I lose or win 'Cause Monday I'm back on the losin' end again |
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| 3:00 |
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Just when every ray of hope was gone
I should have known that you would come along I can't believe I ever doubted you My old friend the blues Another lonely night, a nameless town If sleep don't take me first, you'll come around 'Cause I know I can always count on you My old friend the blues Lovers leave and friends will let you down But you're the only sure thing that I've found No matter what I do I'll never lose My old friend the blues Just let me hide my weary heart in you My old friend the blues |
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| 2:33 |
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You're here, you're gone
I'm still hangin' on This game ain't nothin' new You've changed your mind So many times But I'm still in love with you I'll think it over when you're walkin' out the door Why'd you go and leave me sad and blue And if you knew What I go through You'd think it over too I hope someday I'll find a way I'll walk right out on you Til that day comes I'm still the one If you should need a fool |
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| 5:58 |
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Hey little guy, I can't believe you answered the phone
I guess I didn't know you could do that, God help me, have I been gone that long I'm in a truck stop somewhere on the Arkansas line They got all the big trucks here, boy, you ought to hear the big diesels whine No little guy, your daddy won't be home for a while It's gonna be another couple weeks and another couple thousand miles So got to sleep little rock 'n' roller Your daddy's up there knockin' 'em dead tonight One of these days when you're a little older You can ride the big bus and everything will be alright Until that day you got your mama to hold you Don't be afraid when she turns out the light Cause I know there's an angel just for rock 'n' rollers Watchin' over you and your daddy tonight No little guy, don't bother your mamma right now 'Cause I only got a minute and I called to talk to you anyhow I Know you miss me, God knows I'm thinkin' 'bout you I got your picture in my wallet, it cheers me up sometimes when I'm blue Well little guy, I'm gonna have to let you go You know it's way past your bedtime, and they're tellin' me we gotta roll |
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| 5:06 |
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New jersey turnpike ridin' on a wet night
'neath the refinery's glow, out where the great black rivers flow License, registration, I ain't got none, but I got a clear conscience 'bout the things that I done Mister state trooper please don't stop me... Maybe you got a kid maybe you got a pretty wife, the only thing that I got's been botherin' me my whole life Mister state trooper please don't stop me In the wee, wee hours your mind get hazy, radio relay towers lead me to my baby Radio's jammed up with talk show stations It's just talk, talk till you lose your patience Mister state trooper please don't stop me Hey somebody out there, listen to my last prayer Hi ho silver-o deliver me from nowhere |
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| 2:58 |
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There's a road, in Oklahoma
Straighter than a preacher Longer than a memory And it goes, forever onward Been a good teacher For a lot of country boys like me I push that load from here to someday I'll push as long as I'm alive, but I don't know how long I'll last 'Cause it's just a road, it ain't no highway I'm blowin' by the double five I know I'm going way too fast I been down this road just searching' for the end It don't go nowhere, it just brings you back again Leaves you lonely and cold, standin' on the shoulder But you've come too far to go back home So you're walkin' on a nowhere road Some folks say, if you keep rollin' And keep it on the yellow line It'll take you on the big highway But there's a toll to pay, if you're going The keeper of the gate is blind So you better be prepared to pay |
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| 4:41 |
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I got out of work and I headed for the neighborhood beer joint
I sat around and had a beer with the boys like I always do Well I didn't have nothin' to say anyway there ain't no point There's just something 'bout a Monday that always makes me blue Well it was well after dark so I knew my wife and kids were waitin' And I guess I took a left where I generally take a right Well I filled her up with gas, checked the oil at the Texaco station I threw the car seat in the dumpster and headed off into the night Woo-ohh-ooh-ooh-ooh There's somethin' 'bout a Monday that always makes me blue Well I headed south on 35 hell bent for vinyl I hadn't never had her up past 55 before Well somethin' 'bout that little red line always looked so final Buddy you'd be surprised how fast a Chevrolet truck can go * Now, down in Mexico they've got a little place called Boystown Where a man's still a man if you know what I'm talkin' about Well, I walked into the Cadillac bar and I laid my cash down I said "there's plenty more where that came from" and the lights went out * (this verse is not included on the official lyrics sheet, but is included on the recording) Well I woke up in a county jail 'cross the line in Laredo With a headache and a deputy staring at me through the door Well he said "Now how you got across that river alive, I don't know But your wife just made your bail so now you're really dead for sure" Now my wife, she called my boss and cried so I got my job back And the boys down at the plant, they whisper and stare at me Yea well my wife can find a lot of little jobs to keep me on the right track Well, but that's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously Yeah-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-wee That's a small price to pay for a week of living dangerously |
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Got a lot of memories tied up in this place
So much time spent in so little space What looked like the world through the eyes of a child Kind of closes in on you after awhile It's a place to grow up and a place to grow old You keep your mouth shut and you do what you're told I told mama the day that I ran This ain't no place for an angry young man Mama if you could see me right now You'd be so sure you failed me somehow Mama you never could understand There ain't no peace for an angry young man A cheap hotel a long way from my home So many people make you feel so alone Dreams die easy out here in these streets And hearts grow cold in the city heat I ain't never been the patient kind I got to live like I please or die trying At a filling station with a gun in my hand The only way for an angry young man Got a lot of memories tied up in this place Tonight they're staring me right in the face A lonely grave on the outskirts of town It's three in the morning, ain't no one around Just like a ghost I come out of the night But I'll be gone before the morning light Mama I hope that you understand This ain't no place for an angry young man |
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| 4:06 |
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Don't you worry bout what you've been told
Cause honey I ain't even close to cold It's kinda soon to fall in love again But sometimes the best that you can do is just jump back in I got me a fearless heart Strong enough to get you through the scary part It's been broken many times before A fearless heart just comes back for more Folks'll tell you that I'm just no good But I wouldn't hurt you honey if I could I can't promise this'll work out right But it would kill me darlin' if we didn't even try I admit I fall in love a lot But I nearly always give it my best shot I know you must think I'm the reckless kind But I want a lady with a fearless heart just like mine |
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| 3:49 |
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Ooh pretty baby, what you doin' to me?
The way your kisses burn right through me I don't think I can last much longer I get weaker and my love gets stronger I don't think that my heart can take it One little slip of a word might break it Well, believe me, baby, this ain't no crush I think maybe I love you too much Baby, baby, baby, oh baby, ooh baby Baby, I love you too much Baby, baby, baby, oh baby, ooh baby Baby, I love you too much I tell myself that it ain't no big thing Then you give another little tug on that heart string Well, you cut me, girl, and I'm still bleedin' Well, just touch me, baby, that's all I'm needin' You must think that I'm easy, don't ya? But I got scars that I've never shown ya Well, every inch of me burns for your touch I think maybe I love you too much |
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| 3:01 |
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Since I first saw you I've been thinkin about you
And now I'm out here on the highway goin' crazy without you I can't help but want you girl, you're young and you're pretty But somehow I can't see you up in New York City. I'm gonna leave you alone in your own little world But won't you be my San Antonio girl Be my San Antonio girl Be my, be my, be my, San Antonio girl. Now I know you've heard the stories 'bout life in the fast lane What they didn't tell you is you come home on a slow train I'd just as soon remember you the way that I found you Dancin' by yourself with the stars all around you. (repeat chorus) 00:23, 14 April 2006 (PDT)00:23, 14 April 2006 (PDT)00:23, 14 April 2006 (PDT)00:23, 14 April 2006 (PDT)00:23, 14 April 2006 (PDT)00:23, 14 April 2006 (PDT)00:23, 14 April 2006 (PDT)00:23, 14 April 2006 (PDT) |
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About the time that
Daddy left to fight the big war I saw my first pistol in the general store In the general store, when I was thirteen Thought it was the finest thing I ever had seen So l asked if I could have one someday when I grew up Mama dropped a dozen eggs, she really blew up She really blew up and I didn't understand Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand My very first pistol was a cap and ball Colt Shoot as fast as lightnin' but it loads a mite slow Loads a mite slow and soon I found out It can get you into trouble but it can't get you out So then I went and bought myself a Colt 45 Called a peacemaker but I never knew why Never knew why, I didn't understand Cause Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand The devil's right hand, the devil's right hand Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand Mama said the pistol is the devil's right hand |
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| 3:08 |
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On the blue side of evenin'
When the darkness takes control You start lookin' for a reason To take your lonesome on down the road 'Cause the night is filled with strangers All you need is one you know And if she ain't the one you're after Keep on lookin' on down the road Though the miles lay long behind you You have still got miles to go How's love ever gonna find you If it ain't here it's down the road Keep on lookin' on down the road |
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