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"Texas"
There's a place not too far away from here Out with the cows and the Lone Star beer Where the livin' and lovin' is quite all right with me Well they call it Texas and it's a mighty fine place to be Runs from Texarkana to El Paso And Oklahoma down to old Mexico And there's Houston, Dallas, Austin and San Antone People in Texas sure do make you feel at home They just want everybody to leave them alone While they drink their whiskey and roll their own And they like their music with a little bit of southern sound They kick up their heels every evening when the sun goes down And you can call them country and they don't care And if you don't like the way they wear their hair You can take your like and shove 'em on up the line People in Texas don't care if the sun don't shine |
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| 2. |
| 3:13 |
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Daniels
Willie Jones was a man I met when I lived in Baltimore I was a guard and he was doing time In the three long years he stayed there I got to know him well Willie Jones he was a friend of mine He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there And he talked about the southland though he'd drifted from its shores I never seen a man who loved it more He talked about the whippoorwills in the Alabama night Honeysuckle vine and sugar cane Swimming holes and fishing poles and early morning frost And sleeping under a tin roof when it rained He talked about a country road and a cabin in the pines And a girl with wavy long chestnut brown hair He talked about the beauty of his Blue Ridge Mountain home And darn near made me think that I was there He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there When a man ain't got no freedom the time sure passes slow Willie Jones had ten long years to go It's been almost a years now since that hot night in July Willie hit the guard and jumped the fence I had my rifle ready but I couldn't let it fly I shot over his head and we ain't seen him since Then last week the postman brought a letter to my door Marked No Return Address and No Reply It just said nobody north of Birmingham is gonna see this boy again But if you're ever down our way won't you please drop by He used to say buddy you know where I'm going when they let me out of here Alabama could be heaven if the Lord was there And he talked about the southland though he'd drifted from its shores I never seen a man who loved it more |
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| 5:38 |
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Crain
Franklin Limestone, always been my home I was born in Nashville, a place I call my own Where the mountains, and the rivers, and the valleys We were married, you and me We were both so happy just being together Like a possum in the wood So please forgive me if I forget to tell you What you mean to me Hard cold winter took away my mother Papa got the fever, Lord he said he couldn't leave her You carried me through bad times, through the worst times You were my driving wheel We were both so happy just being together Like a possum in the wood So please forgive me if I forget to tell you What you mean to me Workin in a coal mine, slaving in the day time Lookin to the Good Lord for any peace of mind The feeling if you left me on that hillside Would break this heart of mine We were both so happy just being together Like a possum in the wood So please forgive me if I forget to tell you Lord, what you mean to me |
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| 5:11 |
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| 6. |
| 5:05 |
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Daniels
You can dance around if you want to But there’s some thing a man don’t wanna do And if you see him comin’ walkin’ down the street You better jump right Outta his way Everyone knows it’s a street skit Every time he comes to town Coz he’s got somethin’ in his left hip The blues down walk around Funky-junky Funky-junky He’s on Missouri Boulevard About a half o’ mile south of the graveyard Better run an leap through funky old dirt Go one don’t find no shame This old muskrat barbeque And a sweetness on the railroad track He’s gotta tiger in his living room He gotta monkey on his back Funky-junky Funky-junky |
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| 4:41 |
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Daniels-Lynne
Sittin' here in L.A., looking down at my shoes Drownin' my troubles on small talk & blues Sittin' here wonderin' if I could have been born to lose I think movin is losin and now I can see I let a false hearted woman make a fool outta me And now all I got left now is a bad case of Birmingham Blues Chorus: Days are alright I can't take these, L.A. nights This place is a jungle when a man's on his own I wish I could go home Had me a fine woman down in Birmingham town Took care of my money and she didn't play around All I got left now is a bad case of Birmingham Blues Chorus Instrumentals Repeat 1st verse Repeat 2nd verse |
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| 4:34 |
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He's the loosest dude I've ever been exposed to
He loves the bottle and a dirty joke He likes to hang out on the street And he'd rather fight than eat And his nose and the women keep him broke He's been in every jail from here to Juarez And every funky old backstreeet saloon He's a victim of his fate Born a hundred years too late And sometimes I think A hundred years too soon He's a outlaw, He's a bum He's a rounder and then some He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be He ain't ever gonna be no different He's a damn good cowboy And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee He didn't finish school or go to college When he turned 16 he just had to go And while everyone who did Was building homes and having kids He was out West ridin' in some rodeo He got busted up in Cheyenne last September And he had to get his hat and pack his trunk And he came on back to town, He just kinda hangs around He's the local hero and the local drunk He's a outlaw, He's a bum He's a rounder and then some He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be He ain't ever gonna be no different He's a damn good cowboy And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee You may think he's a little crazy And you may think that where he's at's nowhere And in your righteous sight, You just might be right But he damn sure did have fun gettin' there He's a outlaw, He's a bum He's a rounder and then some He's as ornery as a redneck fool can be And if you don't like him you won't like me either He's a damn good cowboy And I hope to hell he stays in Tennessee |
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| 3:29 |
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Workin' out here on the railroad line
Breaking my back for nickles and dimes Sweatin' in the hot sun all of the time Well I wake up and pray that the sun don't shine Tomorrow morning I swear to my soul I'm gonna go cut me a hickory pole And sit right back by the fishin' hole all day Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow's gonna be another day Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow's gonna be another day [fiddle bridge] So go tell that man that I won't be back To lay no more of that railroad track I got little green weeds growing round my shack I keep my money in a gunny sack Well I'm never gonna be a millionaire Just pass me over 'cause I don't care I'll sit right back in my easy chair all day Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow's gonna be another day Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow's gonna be another day |
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