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That Friday night seemed just like any other
Friday night,Jimmy wasn't gonna play. Sitting on the bench chomping at the bit, knowing he was better. 5'6", going on six eight. A man went down, Jimmy went in: Third an' long, first an' ten. Crowd went wild: "Touchdown." Jimmy said: "I came to win." If you're gonna go, go all the way. If you're gonna stay, stand your ground. If you can't run with the big dogs, Big dog,Let me walk you out. If you can't lead, let me by you. If you won't follow, get out the way: You're taking up space. Shelly had her Daddy's money waiting, All she had to do was share his chair. She had a dream that he didn't want her chasing She was a night-school millionaire. She worked two jobs to pay her way: Stayed up late to make the grade. Graduated, Summa Cum Laude. PhD the hard way. If you're gonna go, go all the way. If you're gonna stay, stand your ground. If you can't run with the big dogs, Big Dog, Let me walk you out. If you can't lead, let me by you. If you won't follow, get out the way: You're taking up space. Life's too short to live in caution. Life's too long not to live it all. Oh, if you're gonna go, go all the way. If you're gonna stay, stand your ground. If you can't run with the big dogs, Big Dog,Let me walk you out. If you can't lead, let me by you. If you won't follow, get out the way: You're taking up space. Oh, you're taking up space. |
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| 3:29 |
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Should've seen the look on the face of the boss of the second shift
When I threw my hard hat at him And suggested the box where he could stick it I walked downstairs and told him I was leavin' Bethlehem Like I'd seen the Saviour, had tears in my eyes Holdin' my hands up and shoutin' "Amen" [Chorus] 'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do I spent most of my life a-wrapped up tight In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know You might tell me where to go But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do We buried daddy just like week at the church to save his soul Man, he dreamed of pilot's wings Spent his whole life diggin' coal I got a guitar under my bed, but I've been too scared to ply But that's enough of that stuff; I'm packin' up my truck They can just kiss my butt goodbye [Chorus] 'Cause there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do (Ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do) I spent most of my life wrapped up tight In somebody else's hand-me-down old shoes Startin' today, I'm someone I'd be proud to know You might tell me where to go But there ain't nobody gonna tell me what to do |
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| 4:13 |
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Well grandaddy was a hillbilly scholar,
blue collar of a man... He came from the school where you didn't need nothin' if you couldn't make it with your own two hands He was backwoods, backwards, used words like: no sir, yes ma'am, by god, be darned, hell yeah I'm American.. and all the years he walked this earth I swear all he did was work. He said the devil dreams on an idle horse so you listen to me squirt.. Don't get too high on a bottle, and get right with the man. Fight your fights, find your grace and all the things that you can't change, and help somebody if you can Now Granny said sonny stick to your gun if you believe in something no matter what cause it's better to be hated for who you are Than beloved for what you're not. She was 5 feet of concrete New York born and raised on a slick city street. She'll stare you down, stand her ground, still kickin' and screamin' at 93 I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed taking her last few breaths of life and smiling as she said Don't get too high on a bottle, just a little sip every now and then, fight your fights, find your grace, and all the things that you can't change and help somebody if you can, and get right with the man I never let a cowboy make the coffee yeah that's what Granny always said to my Grandad and he'd say never tell a joke that ain't that funny more than once and if you want to hear God laugh, tell Him your plans Don't get too high on a bottle, get right with the man, son. fight your fights, find your grace, and all the things you two can't change and help somebody if you can and get right with the man and get right with the man |
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| 3:54 |
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I swear I gave up drinkin';
Sometimes I have no choice, After singin' hard, six nights straight, A little sip sure helps my voice. Don't get me wrong, I love these songs, An' I know I've got it made. Sometimes my mind starts driftin', When I'm up here on the stage. To that last half-mile of dirt road, An' that oak tree on the hill. To those dogs out, barkin' in the yard, An' that tractor in the field. An' them kids up on the front porch, Screamin': "Mamma, Daddy's home!" When I'm out here, I'm just thinkin', About the things I miss the most. Yeah, the hardest thing I have to do, Is hang up this telephone. There's so much left to talk about, An' I been gone so long. So put them kids on one more time, Before they go to sleep. And, baby, no, no matter where I go, All that I can see, Is that last half-mile of dirt road, An' that oak tree on the hill. To those dogs out, barkin' in the yard, An' that tractor in the field. An' them kids up on the front porch, Screamin': "Mamma, Daddy's home!" When I'm out here, I'm just thinkin', About the things I miss the most. The things I miss the most. The things I miss the most. An' it's killin'me: I hate to leave this family that you've given me, God only knows, I hate to go, So hold me close and let me let you know, About the things I miss the most. People always ask me, After every show, "Of all the places that you've ever been, "What's your favorite place to go?" It's that last half-mile of dirt road, An' that oak tree on the hill. An' those dogs out, barkin' in the yard, An' that ol' tractor in the field. An' them kids up on the front porch, Screamin': "Mamma, Daddy's home!" When I'm out here, I'm just thinkin', 'Bout the things I miss the most. While I'm out here, I'm just thinkin', About the things I miss the most. |
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| 3:03 |
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Mmmmm, Yeah.
I was a freckle-faced kid with a buck tooth grin. I was cuttin' her grass when she asked me in. Learned everything that I needed to learn, When I was sixteen, know what I mean. Whoo, ooh, ooh, grew up fast. Finally found somethin' I was really good at. When it comes to love, I know what I'm talkin' about. Hey I know my history, good lovin' gets me. It ain't no mystery, just kiss me, kiss me, baby. I never learned my lesson: I'm pretty good at guessin'. I been down that road a time or two or three I know my history. Come a little closer, let me show you what it's all about. Oh, I know my history, baby. You can second guess me all night long, Make yourself believe that it's all wrong. Sooner or later, girl, You're gonna see you can trust me. Want some candy, whoo, ooh, ooh, step into school Let me show you a thing or two When it comes to love, I know what I'm talkin' about, come on. I know my history, good lovin' gets me. It ain't no mystery, just kiss me, kiss me, baby. I never learned my lesson, I'm pretty good at guessin'. I been down that road a time or two or three I know my history. Don't worry 'bout tomorrow, come along girl. Daddy's on a roll gonna rock your world. Take my hand, it's just you an' me. Tonight's the night we're makin' history. A little, little, little history. Whoo, ooh, ooh. I know my history, yeah, good lovin' gets me. It ain't no mystery, just kiss me, Come a little closer, let me show you what it's all about. Let me show you, baby, what my love is really all about. |
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| 4:10 |
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Been lost in the darkness for so long,
I can't see the life. I been strung out, burned out, left out, And hung out to dry. So I say to myself that I wanna get better Hidin' from the truth, I can't last forever. Jesus, help me Obviously, I can't help myself I've got nobody else. Send me an angel: someone to strangle, That old demon that's hauntin' me there on the shelf. I can't help myself. And my excuses are so old an' tired Hell, I forget 'em. I keep fallin', an' crawlin', an' drownin' Down here on the bottom. Yeah, I've pushed back my brothers, said goodbye to my friends When you get in this deep, the hell never ends. Jesus, help me Obviously, I can't help myself I've got nobody else. Send me an angel: someone to strangle, That old demon that's hauntin' me there on the shelf. I can't help myself. Gimme a reason to live an' show me a sign. I'm on the edge goin' out of my mind. I'm down on my knees: I'm beggin' you please, Make me somebody else: I can't help myself. (No!) I need something stronger Pour it all over me. Send me an angel, someone to strangle, That old demon 'Cause you know that I never will. I can't help myself. |
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| 3:17 |
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I got a spot in the country
I got a dog in the yard I got a beat-up Chevy Rust kinda rough but she starts I got my granddaddy's shotgun I can shoot pretty good I got a nice little garden of weeds Tucked back up in the woods And I'm doin' all right, livin' my life You got yours and I got mine Yeah, it may not look like much to you But it's simple and it suits me fine Yeah, the sound of the rain and a lonely old train Listen to that engine whine Cause I am what I am and I sleep good at night And I'm doin' alright I got a front porch for pickin' I got a national guitar I got some lightnin' for sippin' I've had about a jar I got a pretty old lady She's good at stretchin' a dime In this little corner a-heaven mister We have a helluva time And I'm doin' all right, livin' my life You got yours and I got mine Yeah, it may not look like much to you But it's simple and it suits me fine Yeah, the sound of the rain and a lonely old train Listen to that engine whine Yeah, I am what I am and I don't give a damn And I'm doin' alright All the rats in the city Are livin' out of a box They look down their nose, at my life, I suppose And I just laugh my country ass off Yeah, I'm doin' all right, livin' my life You got yours and I got mine Yeah, it may not look like much to you But it's simple and it suits me fine Yeah, the sound of the rain and a lonely old train Listen to that engine whine Cause I am what I am and I sleep good at night And I'm doin' alright Yeah, I'm doin' alright, doin' alright |
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I got a spot in the country
I got a dog in the yard I got a beat-up Chevy Rust kinda rough but she starts I got my granddaddy's shotgun I can shoot pretty good I got a nice little garden of weeds Tucked back up in the woods And I'm doin' all right, livin' my life You got yours and I got mine Yeah, it may not look like much to you But it's simple and it suits me fine Yeah, the sound of the rain and a lonely old train Listen to that engine whine Cause I am what I am and I sleep good at night And I'm doin' alright I got a front porch for pickin' I got a national guitar I got some lightnin' for sippin' I've had about a jar I got a pretty old lady She's good at stretchin' a dime In this little corner a-heaven mister We have a helluva time And I'm doin' all right, livin' my life You got yours and I got mine Yeah, it may not look like much to you But it's simple and it suits me fine Yeah, the sound of the rain and a lonely old train Listen to that engine whine Yeah, I am what I am and I don't give a damn And I'm doin' alright All the rats in the city Are livin' out of a box They look down their nose, at my life, I suppose And I just laugh my country ass off Yeah, I'm doin' all right, livin' my life You got yours and I got mine Yeah, it may not look like much to you But it's simple and it suits me fine Yeah, the sound of the rain and a lonely old train Listen to that engine whine Cause I am what I am and I sleep good at night And I'm doin' alright Yeah, I'm doin' alright, doin' alright |
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| 3:27 |
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I got a spot in the country
I got a dog in the yard I got a beat-up Chevy Rust kinda rough but she starts I got my granddaddy's shotgun I can shoot pretty good I got a nice little garden of weeds Tucked back up in the woods And I'm doin' all right, livin' my life You got yours and I got mine Yeah, it may not look like much to you But it's simple and it suits me fine Yeah, the sound of the rain and a lonely old train Listen to that engine whine Cause I am what I am and I sleep good at night And I'm doin' alright I got a front porch for pickin' I got a national guitar I got some lightnin' for sippin' I've had about a jar I got a pretty old lady She's good at stretchin' a dime In this little corner a-heaven mister We have a helluva time And I'm doin' all right, livin' my life You got yours and I got mine Yeah, it may not look like much to you But it's simple and it suits me fine Yeah, the sound of the rain and a lonely old train Listen to that engine whine Yeah, I am what I am and I don't give a damn And I'm doin' alright All the rats in the city Are livin' out of a box They look down their nose, at my life, I suppose And I just laugh my country ass off Yeah, I'm doin' all right, livin' my life You got yours and I got mine Yeah, it may not look like much to you But it's simple and it suits me fine Yeah, the sound of the rain and a lonely old train Listen to that engine whine Cause I am what I am and I sleep good at night And I'm doin' alright Yeah, I'm doin' alright, doin' alright |
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I've seen the devil,
Stared him straight in the eyes. Danced in his fire on my darkest nights. Laid in his garden an' I drank his wine. Slept with temptation 'til I found salvation: It almost ate me alive. Oh, I've been there done that, had my thrill Ain't goin' back again. I was the life of every party, It nearly did me in. I was the baddest man that you've ever seen, Lord, I wrote the book on sin. Yeah, I've been down that road, I ain't goin' back again. I've caused more damage than a hurricane. I've broke your heart an' didn't feel a thing. Then walked away and cursed your name in vain. But with you as my witness, You gave me forgiveness, Now I've got a second chance. Oh, I've been there done that, had my thrill: Ain't goin' back again. I was the life of every party, It nearly did me in. I was the baddest man that you've ever seen, Lord, I wrote the book on sin. Yeah, I've been down that road. He's knockin' at my door, Ain't walkin' round here no more. Been there, done that, Ain't goin' back again, no! I was the baddest mother that you've ever seen, Lord, I wrote the book on sin. Been there, done that, Ain't goin' back again. I was the life of every party, It nearly did me in. I was the baddest man that you've ever seen, Lord, I wrote the book on sin. Yeah, I've been down that road. I ain't goin' back again, Oh, no! Been there, done that. I was the life of the party, yeah. Been there, done that. |
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