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Well I was thumbin' from Montgomery had my guitar on my back
When a stranger stopped beside me in an antique Cadillac Now he was dressed like 1950, half drunk and hollow-eyed Said, "It's a long walk to Nashville, would you like a ride, son?" Well I sat down in the front seat and turned on the radio And them sad old songs comin' out of them Speakers was solid country gold Then I noticed the stranger was Ghost-white pale when he asked me for a light And I knew there was something strange about this ride He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing? Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues? Can you bend them, guitar strings?" He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside? 'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride" Then he cried just south of Nashville and he turned that car around He said, "This is where you get off boy I'm goin' back to Alabam" As I stepped out of that Cadillac I said, "Mr., many thanks" He said, "You don't have to call me Mr., Mr. The whole world called me Hank He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing? Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues? Can you bend them, guitar strings?" He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside? 'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride" He said, "Drifter can ya make folks cry when you play and sing? Have you paid your dues, can you moan the blues? Can you bend them, guitar strings?" He said, "Boy can you make folks feel what you feel inside? 'Cause if you're big star bound let me warn ya, it's a long, hard ride" If you're big star bound let me warn ya it's a long, hard ride |
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Now I lay me down to cheat
On the woman I love so And if I die between these sheets I pray to God she'll never know She's the best thing in this life Why she worships the ground that he walks on She waits up for him at night and worries Until he's safely home And she always believes his stories about working overtime And in 20 years beside him cheatins never crossed her mind Aw but it crossed his Early last summer In a person of a neighbor that she still calls her friend And with a little push from drinkin one too many one night in the fall he gave in And now he wishes he could stop himself But theres no easy way So he lays down with his lover And silently he prays Now I lay me down to cheat On the woman I love so And if I die between these sheets I pray to God she'll never know In his heart and soul He knew he was playing a game he could never win But ya know, forbidden fruit is sweet Why it was sweet enough to make him risk it all again And now he's givin up on lookin for a way To fight the feeling So he prays this simple pray And hope it makes it past the hotel ceiling Now I lay me down to cheat On the woman I love so And if I die between these sheets I pray to God she'll never know |
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I used to spend my nights out
In a bar room Liquor was the only love I'd known But you rescued me from reaching for the bottom Brought me back from being too far gone You're as smooth as Tennesee whiskey You're as sweet as strawberry wine You're as warm as a glass of Brandy And I stay stoned on your love all the time I looked for love In all the same old places Found the bottom of the bottle's Always dry But when you poured out your heart I didn't waste it Cause there's nothing like your love To get me high You're as smooth as Tennesee whiskey You're as sweet as strawberry wine You're as warm as a glass of Brandy And I stay stoned on your love all the time I stay stoned on your love all the time |
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Jody like a melody
play inside my head till the thought of you is more than I can stand just to think of having you is music to my soul you make me feel as though the world is in my hands jody like a melody you warm me and then leave me with a chill I can't believe the sun will rise without me looking in your eyes and knowing that your love has made me strong why you left I'll never know the fire you built will always glow I only know I woke to find you gone jody like a melody you warm me and then leave me with a chill jody, I can't keep my thoughts about me in the daytime when your memory is enough to make me blind and late at night I lie awake and wait for you to come and when you don't you know I almost lose my mind jody like a melody you warm me and then leave me with a chill jody like a melody... |
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| 4:17 |
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PLEASE COME TO BOSTON FOR THE SPRINGTIME
I'M STAYING HERE WITH SOME FRIENDS AND THEY'VE GOT LOTS OF ROOM YOU CAN SELL YOU PAINTINGS ON THE SIDEWALK BY A CAF?? WHERE I HOPE TO BE WORKING SOON PLEASE COME TO BOSTON/ SHE SAID "NO, DAVID, YOU COME HOME TO ME" CHORUS: AND SHE SAID, "HEY RAMBLING' BOY WHY DON'T YOU SETTLE DOWN" "BOSTON AIN'T YOUR KIND OF TOWN" "THERE AIN'T NO GOLD AND THERE AIN'T NOBODY LIKE ME" "I'M THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE" PLEASE COME TO DENVER WITH THE SNOWFALL WE'LL MOVE UP INTO THE MOUNTAINS SO FAR WE CAN'T BE FOUND AND THROW "I LOVE YOU" ECHOES DOWN THE CANYON AND THEN LIE AWAKE AT NIGHT 'TILL THEY COME BACK AROUND PLEASE COME TO DENVER, SHE SAID "NO, YOU COME HOME TO ME" AND SHE SAID, "HEY RAMBLING' BOY WHY DON'T YOU SETTLE DOWN" "DENVER AIN'T YOUR KIND OF TOWN" "THERE AIN'T NO GOLD AND THERE AIN'T NOBODY LIKE ME" "I'M THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE" BRIDGE: NOW, THIS DRIFTER'S WORLD GOES 'ROUND AND 'ROUND AND I DOUBT IF IT'S EVER GONNA STOP BUT OF ALL THE DREAMS I'VE LOST AND FOUND AND ALL THAT I AIN'T GOT I STILL NEED TO LEAN TO/ SOMEBODY I CAN SING TO PLEASE COME TO L.A. TO LIVE FOREVER CALIFORNIA LIFE ALONE IS JUST TO HARD TO BUILD I LIVE IN A HOUSE THAT LOOKS OUT OVER THE OCEAN AND THERE'S SOME STARS THAT FELL FROM THE SKY A' LIVING' UP ON THE HILL PLEASE COME TO L.A., SHE JUST SAID, "NO, DAVID, YOU COME HOME TO ME" CHORUS: AND SHE SAID, "HEY RAMBLING' BOY WHY DON'T YOU SETTLE DOWN" "L.A. AIN'T YOUR KIND OF TOWN" "THERE AIN'T NO GOLD AND THERE AIN'T NOBODY LIKE ME" "I'M THE NUMBER ONE FAN OF THE MAN FROM TENNESSEE" PLEASE COME TO BOSTON (HEY RAMBLING' BOY COME HOME) PLEASE COME TO BOSTON (HEY RAMBLING' BOY COME HOME) PLEASE COME TO BOSTON (HEY RAMBLING' BOY COME HOME) PLEASE COME TO BOSTON (HEY RAMBLING' BOY COME HOME) (REPEAT AND FADE) |
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| 5:13 |
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Well it was all that I could do to keep from crying.
Sometimes it seems so useless to remain. But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'. You never even called me by my name. You don't have to call me Waylon Jennings. And you don't have to call me Charlie Pride. And you don't have to call me Merle Haggard anymore, Even though you're on my fightin' side. And I'll hang around as long as you will let me. And I never minded standing in the rain. But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'. You never even called me by my name. Well I've heard my name a few times in your phone book. (Hello, Hello.) And I've seen it on signs where I've played. But the only time I know I'll hear David Allan Coe Is when Jesus has his final Judgement Day. So, I'll hang around as long as you will let me. And I never minded standing in the rain. But you don't have to call me darlin', darlin'. You never even called me by my name. (spoken:) Well, a friend of mine named Steve Goodman wrote that song, and he told me it was the perfect country and western song. I wrote him back a letter and I told him it was not the perfect country and western song because he hadn't said anything at all about momma, or trains, or trucks, or prison or gettin' drunk. Well, he sat down and wrote another verse to this song and he sent it to me and after reading it I realized that my friend had written the perfect country and western song. And I felt obliged to include it on this album. The last verse goes like this here: Well, I was drunk the day my momma got out of prison, And I went to pick her up in the rain.-ac |
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Jack Daniels if you please knock me to my knees
Your the only friend there's has ever been that didn't do me wrong Jack Daniels if you please knock me to my knees You can kill this pain that's driving me insane since my babies gone Cigarettes and whiskey calm my shaking hands I just lost a lover to a one night stand Something temporary to late I had to learn Someone from her past sure it couldn't last a bridge she couldn't burn Jack Daniels if you please knock me to my knees Your the only friend there's has ever been that didn't do me wrong Jack Daniels if you please knock me to my knees You can kill this pain that's driving me insane since my babies gone Promises were broken dreams were left to die Empty words were spoken tears were in our eyes Something temporary those fears will fade away Please do the best you can to help me understand These games that people play Jack Daniels if you please knock me to my knees Your the only friend there's has ever been that didn't do me wrong Jack Daniels if you please knock me to my knees You can kill this pain that's driving me insane since my babies gone You can kill this pain that's driving me insane since my babies gone |
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Take this job and shove it
I ain't working here no more My woman done left and Took all the reasons I was working for You better not try to stand in my way Cause I'm walkin' out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more. I been workin' in this factory For nigh on fifteen years All this time I watched my woman Drownin' in a sea of tears And I seen a lot of good folks die That had a lot of bills to pay I'd give the shirt right offa' my back If I had the nerve to say. Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more My woman done left and Took all the reasons I was workin' for You better not try to stand in my way Cause I'm walkin' out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't workin' here no more. That foreman, he's a regular dog The line boss, he's a fool. He's got a flattop haircut Man, he thinks he's cool One of these days I'm gonna' blow my top And that sucker, he's gonna' pay And I just can't seem to wait Till I get the nerve to say Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more My woman done left and Took all the reasons I was workin for You better not try to stand in my way Cause I'm walkin' out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't workin' here no more. Take this job and shove it I ain't working here no more My woman done left and Took all the reasons I was workin' for You better not try to stand in my way Cause I'm walkin' out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't workin' here no more Take this job and shove it! |
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> They say The Beatles were
Just the beginning of Everything music could be Just like The Stones I was rolling along Like a ship lost Out on the sea And Joplin would die For the future And Dylan would write poetry And in Texas the talk Turned to Outlaws Like Willie and Waylon and me Hey, well that they say Texas music is in the make And we've been making Music that is free Doing one night stands And playing with our bands Willie Waylon and me |
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Forever my darling our love will be true always and forever I'll love only you
Just promise me darling your love in return Make this fire in my soul dear forever burn My heart's at your command dear to keep love and to hold Making you happy's my desire dear loving you is my goal I'll forever love you the rest of my days I'll never part from you and your loving ways [ guitar ] My heart's at your command... This is my last letter end of the song my life is so miserable I can't go on |
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| 2:41 |
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I ain't gonna call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore
Even though I know what all his daddy done before Hank weighs close to 200 pounds and he stands about 6 foot 4 And it's hard to call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore Just a little bit of Waylon sure goes a long way But old Tex Ritter rode his horse and that was hell to pay Willie said,"Don't nobody lay a hand on the bay Jimmie Rodgers is the only reason that I'm standin' here today" And I ain't gonna call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore Even though I know what all his daddy done before Hank weighs close to 200 pounds and he stands about 6 foot 4 And it's hard to call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore Dickey Betts Hank sang it all right from the heart, took the whole world by surprise Stood right next to Elvis in Memphis and looked him straight in the eyes Ten years later young Bocephus busted through the door And I just can't call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore I ain't gonna call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore Even though I know what all his daddy done before Hank weighs close to 200 pounds and he stands about 6 foot 4 And it's hard to call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore From Alabama young Bocephus busted through the door And I just can't call Hank Williams Junior Junior anymore |
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