Merle Haggard - Okie From Muskogee (Live) (2001) by Merle Haggard (보컬) on maniadb.com

The first thing I remember knowing,
Was a lonesome whistle blowing,
And a young un's dream of growing up to ride;
On a freight train leaving town,
Not knowing where I'm bound,
No-one could change my mind but Mama tried.
One and only rebel child,
From a family, meek and mild:
My Mama seemed to know what lay in store.
Despite all my Sunday learning,
Towards the bad, I kept on turning.
'Til Mama couldn't hold me anymore.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.

Instrumental break.

Dear old Daddy, rest his soul,
Left my Mom a heavy load;
She tried so very hard to fill his shoes.
Working hours without rest,
Wanted me to have the best.
She tried to raise me right but I refused.

And I turned twenty-one in prison doing life without parole.
No-one could steer me right but Mama tried, Mama tried.
Mama tried to raise me better, but her pleading, I denied.
That leaves only me to blame 'cos Mama tried.

Silver wings shinning in the sunlight,
roaring engines headed somewhere in flight.
Their taking you away, leaving me lonley,
silver wings slowly fading out of sight.
Don't leave me i cry, don't take that airplane ride.
But you locked me out of your mind. left me
standing here behind.
Silver wings shining in the sunlight,
roaring engines headed somewhere in flight.
Their taking you away, leaving me lonley.
silver wings slowley fading out of sight.
Silver wings shining in the sunlight,
roaring engines headed somewhere in flight,
their taking you away. Leaving me lonley.
Silver wings slowley fading out of sight.
Slowley fading out of sight.

This old smoke filled bar is something I'm not used to
But if gave up my home to see you satisfied
And I just called to let you know where I'll be living
It's not much but I feel welcome here inside

And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has got a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closing time

I've got everything I need to drive me crazy
I've got everything it takes to lose my mind
And in here the atmosphere's just right for heartaches
And thanks to you I'm always here till closing time

And I've got swinging doors a jukebox and a barstool
And my new home has got a flashing neon sign
Stop by and see me anytime you want to
Cause I'm always here at home till closing time

Yeah, I'm always here at home till closing time

Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run, the highway is my home
I raised a lot of cane back in my younger days
While Mama used to pray my crops would fail
I'm a hunted fugitive with just two ways,
Outrun the law or spend my life in jail

I'd like to settle down but they won't let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run, the highway is my home

I'm lonely but I can't afford the luxury
Of having one I love to come along
She'd only slow me down and they'd catch up with me
For he who travels fastest goes alone

I'd like to settle down but they won't let me
A fugitive must be a rolling stone
Down every road there's always one more city
I'm on the run, the highway is my home

I'm on the run, the highway is my home

The warden led a prisoner down the hallway to his doom
I stood up to say good-bye like all the rest
And I heard him tell the warden just before he reached my cell
'Let my guitar playing friend do my request.' (Let him...)

Sing me back home with a song I used to hear
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing Me Back Home before I die

I recall last Sunday morning a choir from 'cross the street
Came to sing a few old gospel songs
And I heard him tell the singers 'There's a song my mama sang.
Can I hear once before we move along?'

Sing me back home, the song my mama sang
Make my old memories come alive
Take me away and turn back the years
Sing Me Back Home before I die

Sing Me Back Home before I die

I'd like to hold my head up and be proud of who I am
But they won't let my secret go untold
I paid the debt I owed them,but they're still not satisfied
Now I'm a branded man out un the cold

When they let me out of prison,I held my head up high
Determined I would rise above the shame
But no matter where I'm living,the black mark follows me
I'm branded with a number on my name

Repeat verse 1

If I live to be a hundred,I guess I'll never clear my name
'Cause everybody knows I've been in jai
No matter where I'm living,I've got to tell them where I've been
Or they'll send me back to prison if I fail

Repeat verse 1

Now I'm a branded man out un the cold

IN THE ARMS OF LOVE
(Buck Owens - Gene Price)
≪ ⓒ '69 Tree Publishing, BMI ≫

Save me from loneliness rescue me with your love
I'll be safe just as long as you keep me wrapped tightly in the arms of love
The arms of love are all I need around me
But I don't know what I'd do if you should go
So please give me what I dream of the kind of dream sent from above
I'll be satisfied as long as you keep me wrapped tightly in the arms of love
The arms of love are all...
Keep me in tightin'ness give me all your love
I won't cry a single tear if you'd keep me wrapped tightly in the arms of love
In the arms of love

HOBO BILL'S LAST RIDE
(Waldo LaFayette O'Neal)
≪ ⓒ '29 Peer International, BMI ≫

Ho-bo Bill-y
Riding on that eastbound freight train speeding through the night
Hobo Bill a railroad bum was fighting for his life
The sadness of his eyes revealed the torture of his soul
He raised a weak and weary hand to brush away the cold
Ho-bo Bill
No warm lights flickered round him no blankets there to hold
Nothing but the howling wind and the driving rain so cold
When he heard a whistle blowing in a dreamy kind of way
The hobo seemed contented for he smiled there where he lay
Ho-bo Bill
Outside the rain was falling on that lonely boxcar door
But the little form of Hobo Bill lay still upon the floor
While the train sped through the darkness and the raging storm outside
No one knew that Hobo Bill was taking his last ride
It was early in the morning when they raised the hobo's head
The smile still lingered on his face but Hobo Bill was dead
There was no mother's longing to soothe his weary soul
For he was just a railroad bum who died out in the cold

BILLY NEVER MADE THE FOOTBALL TEAM
CAUSE BILLY'S SIZE WAS SMALL
BUT BILLY'S BROTHER WAS A MIGHTY LAD
AND PLAYED A LOT OF HIGHSCHOOL BALL
AND BILLY'S DADDY NEVER FAVORED HIM
HE CATERED TO THE BIGGER GUYS
BUT LATER ON IN A BIGGER WAY
BILLY OVERCAME HIS SIZE

THE YEARS FLEW BY AND BILLY GREW
BUT HE NEVER GOT VERY BIG
WE CALLED HIM SHORTY BUT HE NEVER GOT MAD
HE WAS ALWAYS GOOD FOR A DIG
AND WE PAID NO MIND WHEN HE FELL IN LINE
AND LEFT WITH THE OTHER GUYS
AND THE SARGENT LAUGHED AT HIS SKINNY FRAME
BUT BILLY OVERCAME HIS SIZE

BILLY OVERCAME HIS SIZE
YEAH BILLY OVERCAME HIS SIZE
LATER ON IN A BIGGER WAY
BILL OVERCAME HIS SIZE

BILLY'S BROTHER MADE A FOOTBALL STAR
AND THE BIGGEST MAN IN TOWN
AND THE SCHOLARSHIP THAT KEPT HIM HOME
NEVER SEEMED TO BRING HIM DOWN

BUT ON THE OTHER HAND HIS BROTHER BILL
PUT PRIDE IN HIS DADDY'S EYES
WHEN HE DIED TO SAVE THOSE OTHER MEN
BILLY OVERCAME HIS SIZE

BILLY OVERCAME HIS SIZE
BILLY OVERCAME HIS SIZE
WHEN HE DIED TO SAVE THOSE OTHER MEN
BILLY OVERCAME HIS SIZE

You made plans to leave a thousand times I know
And a thousand times I should have let you go
But each time I'll always beg you back somehow
If I'd left it up to you it'd all be over now

It'd all be over now cept the crying
I'd be used to spending all my nights alone
Wish I'd found the way to let you go somehow
If I'd left it up to you it'd all be over now

It'd all be over now cept the crying
I'd be used to spending all my nights alone


Wish I'd found the way to let you go somehow
If I'd left it up to you it'd all be over now

(Chorus)
White Line Fever
a sickness born down deep within my soul
White Line Fever
the years keep flyin' by like the highline poles
The wrinkles in my forehead show the miles I've put behind me
They continue to remind how fast I'm growin' old
Guess I'll die with this fever in my soul
(Lyrics)
I wonder just what makes a man keep pushing on
What makes me keep on hummin' this old highway song
I've been from coast to coast a hundred times before
I ain't found one single place where I ain't been before
(Repeat Chorus)

We don't smoke marijuana in Muskogee;
We don't take no trips on LSD
We don't burn no draft cards down on Main Street;
We like livin' right, and bein' free.

I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all

We don't make a party out of lovin';
We like holdin' hands and pitchin' woo;
We don't let our hair grow long and shaggy,
Like the hippies out in San Francisco do.

And I'm proud to be an Okie from Muskogee,
A place where even squares can have a ball.
We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
And white lightnin's still the biggest thrill of all.

Leather boots are still in style for manly footwear;
Beads and Roman sandals won't be seen.
Football's still the roughest thing on campus,
And the kids here still respect the college dean.

We still wave Old Glory down at the courthouse,
In Muskogee, Oklahoma, USA.