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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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Would you lay with me in a field of stone
If my needs were strong would you lay with me Should my lips grow dry would you wet them dear In the midnight hour if my lips were dry Would you go away to another land Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand Wipe the blood away from my dying hand if I give myself to you Would you bathe with me in the stream of life When the moon is full will you bathe with me Will you still love me when I'm down and out In my time of trials will you stand by me Would you go away to another land Walk a thousand miles through the burning sand Wipe the blood away from my dying hand if I give myself to you Would you lay with me in a field of stone If my needs were strong would you lay with me |
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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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> 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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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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| 3:17 |
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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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| 2:59 |
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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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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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