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Sometimes I think what turned her on was my ole' broke down boots
She wanted her a real cowboy, it was a phase she was going through Not one week after she moved in and I caught her paintin' the bedroom blue Brought home a bottle of pink Chablis, poured out my best home-brew I was sittin' on the porch in my over-alls as she packed her things to leave She changed her mind when she couldn't change me She changed direction, headed out West She changed her tune to some Hip-Hop mess Her dark brown hair went to blonde and her pretty blue eyes went to green She changed everything when she couldn't change me She was sittin' beside the ocean, lookin' out at the waves Watchin' how they keep on rollin' But always seemed the same She called and said she'd been thinkin' about all those quiet country nights And whatever she thought was so wrong with me Suddenly seemed alright I was sittin' on the porch in my over-alls when her truck pulled into view She said I changed my mind when I couldn't change you She changed direction, headed back home She changed her tune, it's all Haggard and Jones Had her dark brown hair pulled back and the bluest eyes you ever seen She changed everything when she couldn't change me She said I guess when you love someone, you just gotta let it be She changed her mind when she couldn't change me She changed direction, she's back in my arms She thought it through, had a change of heart She said I guess when you love someone, you just gotta let it be She changed her mind when she couldn't change me Yeah Yeah She changed it all when she couldn't change me She couldn't change me She couldn't change me |
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| 2. |
| 4:46 |
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Old white washed barn doors
Rain rusted tin Straw packed shirt and blue jeans Hangin' in the wind There's never time for these bones to mend Up before the sun dries The frost on my fields I've got the diesel burnin' Turnin' these four wheels Across this land I been handed down Feel my roots run deep in this ground So stand me up tall in this seat Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet And turn this earth over one more time Some say this way of life is done But not for my father's son Three Generations Before I ever came Cut back these timbers And bet their lives on grain And I want to see just once before I die Us doin' more than just barely getting by So stand me up tall in this seat Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet And turn this earth over one more time Some say this way of life is done But not for my father's son Now and then I walk my fence Down by the old country road And watch the cars go rushin' by And disappear like ghosts Out where the sky meets the amber waves Yeah I'm a rock in this land God made So stand me up tall in this seat Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet And turn this earth over one more time Some say this way of life is done But not for my father's son |
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| 3. |
| 3:52 |
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I told my mom goodbye when I was eighteen
She told me bye for good at age seventy-three She was an angel right here on earth There was sure a fine line between heaven and her I went and married the woman I loved Three years of me later she had enough Just one more angel I didn't deserve There was sure a fine line between heaven and her Feels like everything I love I lose And God giveth and He takes away Prayin's the right thing to do But I don't fell like prayin' today So I think I'll just sit here And drink for a spell Cause there's sure a fine line between heaven and hell Now I'm headed nowhere ninety-nine miles an hour In a '62 Dodge with three hundred horsepower If she holds together I might get the nerve To cross that fine line between heaven and her Feels like everything I love I lose And God giveth and He takes away Prayin's the right thing to do But I don't feel like prayin' today So maybe I'll just slow down And think for a spell Cause there's sure a fine line between heaven and hell. |
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| 4. |
| 5:09 |
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Weatherman says, "It might hit ninety - five. "
September's goinna' feel more like July He's callin' for a night that's warm and mild I think he missed it by a mile He just don't know that you're gone I feel a cold one comin' on Drivin' home gets longer every day I found new things to do along the way A bar room ain't no place to run and hide From the memories of a love that said goodbye I'm sick and tired of right or wrong I feel a cold one comin' on Makes you wanta' start thinkin' about drinkin' If I don't find a way to ease my mind Leave all this behind I'm goinna' go crazy. without you baby A bar room or that bed room back at home I feel a cold one comin' on Makes you wanta' start thinkin' about drinkin' If I don't find a way to ease my mind Leave all this behind I'm goinna' go crazy. without you baby A bar room or that bed room back at home I feel a cold one comin' on A bar room or that bedroom back at home I feel a cold one comin' on |
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| 4:05 |
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Some kids grew up on mean streets
Dealin' with the crips and bloods But me I was born on a back road In a 4X4 rollin' through the mud The street kid deals with the dealer And he's always watchin' his back Me, I'm watchin' a line, with a woman of mine Down by the creek bank shack Give me a .308 and a shotgun And a gallon of homemade wine Drop me off on a mountainside Where the bear and the deer reside I'll spend my nights sittin' round the fire Makin' this guitar ring I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines While the world goes down the drain Just to dwell on life in the city Is makin' my blood run cold 'Cause miles and miles of concrete Eats away at the human soul When you live and die in the country There's a little that your heart can mourn With your hands in the dirt and a little work You can weather out any storm Give me a .308 and a shotgun And a gallon of homemade wine Drop me off on a mountainside Where the bear and the deer reside I'll spend my nights sittin' round the fire Makin' this guitar ring I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines While the world goes down the drain I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines While the world goes down the drain |
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| 3:19 |
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She likes to read her Bible I like a good bar room rival
Sunday morning she's in church while my hangover just gets worse We see things differently but she's hell-bent on saving me She's got her life in tact and mine's been to hell and back She's an angel, she's a saint there's two things that I ain't I fell from a different tree but she's hell-bent on saving me I know she could make me better if I would only let her Guess a little compromise couldn't hurt I'm willin' to bend a little if she meet me in the middle If she'll come my way I'll go her's Oh please please she's hell-bent on saving me Lord you may not remember me I sang in church when I was three It's been a while since I called on you But could you tell her that my love is true I can't wear no golden halo I'll try to walk the straight and narrow Could you help me change enough I don't want to loose her love Please please she's hell-bent on saving me I know she could make me better if I would only let her Guess a little compromise couldn't hurt I'm willin' to bend a little if she meet me in the middle If she'll come my way I'll go her's Oh please please she's hell-bent on saving me |
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| 3:43 |
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There's those who turn their nose up
When we play our music loud Those folks would love to take control And turn our volume down But we come from the country And we live by the code That if it feels good; we're gonna do it There ain't no middle of the road And no one's gonna tell me How to live my life 'Cause it's my life And it ain't nobody's business What kind of flag I fly 'Cause that's my right We just love what we're doing You can hear it in our songs We ain't gonna break Ain't gonna bend We're just carrying on It's a sign of the times, everybody trying To be politically correct But worrying 'bout what other people think Will make you a nervous wreck Well we're just here to tear the house down With the many or the few There ain't no law against having a ball And that's just what we'll do And no one's gonna tell me How to live my life 'Cause it's my life And it ain't nobody's business What kind of flag I fly 'Cause that's my right And no one's gonna tell me How to live my life 'Cause it's my life And it ain't nobody's business What kind of flag I fly 'Cause that's my right |
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| 3:13 |
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I've been down the Mississippi, down through New Orleans
I've played in California there ain't too much I haven't seen I'm a Ramblin' Man Don't fool around with a Ramblin' Man Left a girl in West Virginia Up there where the green grass grows Got a girl in Cincinnati, waitin' where the Ohio River flows I'm a Ramblin' Man Don't give your heart to a Ramblin' Man You better move away You're standing too close to the flame Once I mess with your mind Your little heart won't be the same I'm a Ramblin' Man Don't mess around with a Ramblin' Man Well, up in Chicago I was known as quite a boy Down in Alabama they call me the man of joy I'm a Ramblin' Man Don't fall in love with a Ramblin' Man You better move away You're standing too close to the flame Once I mess with your mind Your little heart won't be the same I'm a Ramblin' Man Don't mess around with a Ramblin' Man |
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| 3:52 |
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Every Friday evening about sundown
Ole' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam Come ridin' their mules and leading their hounds Down to my place They holler "Hey son" have you got a drink Gonna make it hard on you if you ain't I'd grin and point to a jug coolin' in the spring They turn the hounds loose and let'em run Drink a little whiskey and have a lot of fun Talk about the days when they were younger than nowadays Talk about women young and old It was hard to believe all the stories told Wonder how they to be as old as they are now Well Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam Fought together in Vietnam Mean as hell but they say, "Yes ma'am" to your momma They gambled away all the money they made Knowing they was never gonna change their ways Living out every single day like another wasn't comin' Well Ole' Black Jack Fletcher was an ornery man Mississippi Sam didn't give a damn They'd steal a lady from a man while he was lookin' Well there ain't no doubt they was both outlaws Turnin' yellow corn into alcohol But they never hurt no one who didn't need a hurtin' Black Jack Fletcher and Mississippi Sam Always getting in and out of a jam Makin' up their own law of the land, while a runnin' They knew life was just a luck of the draw So they played a game with the local law Laughin' and sayin' a catchin' comes before a hangin' Now I wouldn't take nothin' for those days Every now and then I visit their graves And as the moon hangs in the haze I have me a drink to Fletcher and Sam |
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| 3:23 |
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I'm not one to whine or cry or wallow in self-pity
I take life in stride and smell the roses when I can I am one of those lucky guys who's happy just to be here Doin' what I love and thankful that I am With all of life's temptations And this dream that I've been chasin' It's a wonder I ain't long since dead and gone I've cheated undertakers, dang near met my maker I'm tellin' ya'll I'm lucky to be here at all My hard head, the cigarettes and straight Kentucky Bourbon Have taken their toll and done their best to do me in Guitars and beer joint bars up and down the highway If I could start all over, I'd do it all again With all of life's temptations And this dream that I've been chasin' It's a wonder I ain't long since dead and gone I've cheated undertakers, dang near met my maker I'm tellin' ya'll I'm lucky to be here at all And when I die I'll thank the good Lord face to face For his patience and grace With all of life's temptations And this dream that I've been chasin' It's a wonder I ain't long since dead and gone I've cheated undertakers, dang near met my maker I'm tellin' ya'll I'm lucky to be here at all |
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| 5:09 |
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Everybody's talking saying this will never last
Trying to see the future Judging me by my past I've always been a sinner But I've never claimed to be Anymore than what I am What you get is what you see I've always had a wild side I've always stood just a little outside the lines Living on the edge out of control Too hard to handle, Too free to hold Too hard to handle, and just too free to hold I ain't no urban cowboy I ain't no country plowboy I'm a music man I've got a whole lot of southern pride A whole lot of rowdy friends I've got whiskey on my breath A big heart in my chest I won't let you down I'll stand up and fight Lay down and die for the love I've found I've always had a wild side I've always stood just a little outside the lines Living on the edge out of control Too hard to handle, Too free to hold Too hard to handle, and just too free to hold Too hard to handle and too free to hold |
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| 5:43 |
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I was born in a small town in the hills of Tennessee
Kentucky raised, just a country boy and that's all I'll ever be My daddy ran a still house to keep us kids alive Just doin' what he had to do after mama died The same people that called him no good Would meet him in the back woods for a little taste He said I may take your money but don't put yourself above me Don't cut me down as you walk away You don't know me you don't know who I am You don't know the pain that I've been through So don't judge me till you stand where I stand I don't need you or anyone else to approve Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true I left home at sixteen with a guitar on my back With everything I called my own I carried in a paper sack Spent years of havin' nothin' and sleepin' in my car I'd drive all day and play all night In the honky tonks and bars The same people that called me crazy Said I'm too lazy to amount to anything Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but You don't know me you don't know who I am You don't know the pain that I've been through So don't judge me till you stand where I stand I don't need you or anyone else to approve Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true The same people that called me crazy Said I'm too lazy to amount to anything Are the first ones to the stage just beggin' for a little taste Who say you knew me when nobody knew my name but You don't know me you don't know who I am You don't know the pain that I've been through So don't judge me till you stand where I stand I don't need you or anyone else to approve Cause the blood in these veins is tried and true The blood in these veins is tried and true |
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