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I still feel 25, most of the time.
I still raise a little cain with the boys.
Honky tonks and pretty women.
Lord I'm still right there with them.
Singing above the crowd and the noise.
(Chorus)
Sometimes I feel like Jesse James,
Still trying to make a name.
Knowing nothing's gonna change what I am.
I was a young troubadour, when I rode in on a song.
and I'll be an old troubadour, when I'm gone.
Well, The truth about a mirror, It's that a damned old mirror,
Don't really tell the whole truth.
It don't show what's deep inside, or read between the lines,
it's really no reflection of my youth.
(Repeat Chorus)
I was a young troubadour, when I rode in on a song.
I'll be an old troubadour, when I'm gone.
I'll be an old troubadour, when I'm gone.
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The first time I met her
She walked right up to me and said you're who I've wanted to find.
There was a man she had seen in her dreams and it was me.
She said I can't believe it cause I've never been in here
And I've passed this so many times.
It was her night to find destiny and it was Me
And we danced every song that they played, and talked until colsing time
The closer I held her, the more I knew her destiny wasn't that far from mine.
Then I saw a reflection of someone unfamiliar looking back when I looked in her eyes
The happiest man I'd ever seen and it was me
And we danced every song that they played and talked until closing time.
The closer I held her, the more I knew her destiny wasn't that far from mine.
She wasn't looking and I wasn't looking,
Ain't it funny? Thats when love was found.
She still calls it her lucky night,
Yes someone was lucky she's right
But it was me.
It was me
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Diamonds on the windshield, as heaven starts to cry,
In his rearview mirror, his angle waves goodbye,
She knows he's got to go, she knows he's one of them,
Brothers of the highway, children of the wind,
That detroit diesel piarot ship goes rollin out again,
Sailin for that settin sun, freedoms your best friend,
Brothers of the highway, children of the wind.
He putts the peddel to the metal, tring to out run the rain,
Another shot of truck stop coffee, goes runnin through his vains,
This country turns on eighteen wheels, thank god we can depend, on
Brothers of the highway....................
Carolina west to Denver, Batton Rouge east to Pittsburg, Portland south to San Diago, sail on sail on, Talahasy north to Boston, up to
Bangor west to Austin, coast to coast sea to sea sail on sail on, you
Brothers of the highway....................
God bless you brothers of the highway, children of the wind.
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Hey baby won't you take a little ride with me
Have a look around, see what we can see
I've got the paddle, I've got the boat
Come on baby i know she'll float
We'll go rollin' on the river of love
We'll go rollin' on the river of love
Drift away from all these city lights
Might rock a little bit, so hold on tight
Lets get carried away with the gentle flow
Might get caught up in it's undertow
We'll go rollin' on the river of love
Let's go rollin' on the river of love
I got a little ukulele let me sing you a song
I got a stream of kisses 'bout 10 miles long
Dancing on the water in the moonlight beach
Sparking down through the sea of dreams
We'll go rollin' on the river of love
Let's go rollin' on the river of love
Yeah we'll go rollin' on the river of love
Let's go rollin' on the river of love
River of love
River of love
River of love
Rollin' on the river of love
Let's go rollin' on the river of love
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Well the House of Cash just burned down
All the way to the cold hard ground
The doctors(?) came from all over town
To see the memories scattered all around
Then the stars came out by the light of day
And they heard their old friend passed away
That yard looked like a funeral hall
Without the pies and casseroles
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Well, its goodbye Johnny goodbye June
Goodbye fancy living room
Well no one sleeps in Cash’s bed
Except the man in black and the woman he wed
And the ring of fire comes full circle
And the ring of fire comes all the way around
And if those ashes in the pool could talk
To the anchor man out on the walk
I’d bet they’d be happy to announce
There’ll be no yard sale now
Chorus
And the ring of fire comes full circle
And the ring of fire comes all the way around
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Intro. :
Just walked down to the coffee shop.
Had to take a break.
I'd been by her side for eighteen hours straight.
Saw a flower growin' in the middle of the sidewalk.
Pushin' up through the con-crete.
Like it was planted right there for me to see.
The flashin' lights, the honkin' horns,
All seemed to fade away.
In the shadow of that hospital at 5:08
I saw God today.
I've been to church, I've read the book.
I know He's here, but I don't look.
Near as often as I should.
Yea, I know I should.
His finger-prints are every-where.
I just slowed down to stop and stare.
Opened my eyes, and man, I swear.
I saw God today.
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A banker and a farmer discuss the bottom line, It aint rained and all the crops are dying on the vine. Give me more time. You gotta give me more time. That farm’s been in my family going on a hundred years. We’ve pulled through hard times before with blood sweat and tears. Give me more time; I need more time. Oh, what would he give for a little more time?
Two lovers at a table candlelight and wine, one’s looking for an answer the other one can’t find. Give me more time; You gotta give me more time. She says “You know I love you but my heart’s in a bind, afraid you’re gonna leave me if I don’t make up my mind.” Give me more time, I gotta have more time. Some have barely any, some too much on their hands. Some would give anything to have it back again.
A patient and his doctor meet behind closed doors, You kidding me? How could this be, I’m only 24. Give me more time; You gotta give me more time. Give me more time.
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Don't go in the summertime
It's too hot and the rooms are high
But if you go in the fall you'll have a ball
There's so much to see and do when you're in love
There's an old hotel right on the beach
Romantic rooms you won't wanna leave
But take my word, take a stroll into town
There's so much to see and do when you're in love
Don't miss Jamaica Joes, you can dine alfresco
Then dance in the street till the sun comes up
Or you can take a barefoot cruise, share a moonlight make or two
There's so little time and so much to see and do when you're in love
Be sure and take lots of pictures when you're there
Be sure and make lots of memories, trust me
Don't go in the summertime
It's too hot and the rooms are high
But if you go in the fall you'll have a ball
There's so much to see and do when you're in love
There's so much to see and do when you're in love
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(Chorus)
Play me a Dancer, a Holder-Hander, or Honky-Tonker,
Pull-Her-Up-Closer,Slow Romancer,
Make Her Fall in Love with Me Song.
The room is Swimmin with pretty women,
But how's a fella supposed to get close to 'em?
The band is rockin, the joint is jumpin,
Mr. Guitar Man let me tell you somethin.
(Chorus Repeat)
I see a redhead, I see a brunnette,
And there's a blonde I love I don't even know yet.
I'm going crazy, you got to save me.
I need a hugger and I don't mean maybe.
(Chorus Repeat)
(Piano and Guitar interlude)
Play me a Dancer, a Holder-Hander, or Honky-Tonker,
Pull-Her-Up-Closer, Get-Next-to-Her,Sweet-Enough-to-Kiss-Her,
Just-a-Little-Softer-So-She-Can-Hear-Me-Whisper, Slow Romancer,
Make Her Fall in Love with Me Song.
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I'm on my way to Amarillo
I can't seem to get my fill of that
Little west Texas Town
I've got a sweet thing built, right Betty
Head to toe, shes mighty pretty
Living in that west Texas town
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Friday comes, it's time to roll
Time for me to hit the road
I've got my eyes on the horizon
My little dish in that panhandle
Lights up like a Roman Candle
When I reach that west Texas town
Ah, sing it Dean
From Big Spring all the way to Plainview
I can't wait to get to you know who
In that west Texas town
I drive through hell and half of Texas
Just to get to her by breakfast
Waiting in the west Texas town
[Chorus]
Baby, turn the porch light on
Your big Poppa's coming home
To that west Texas town
Awwww...
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I was there in my trailer,
Down at the job site
The day that this stranger walked in
His face looked so sad, and he carried a set of blueprints
And as I unrolled them, the first thing I noticed
Was there were no doors in the plans
He said if you build this for me
Then when she comes back
She'll never be able to leave me again
I said if I did
And she ever came back
Friend, tell me how would she get in
It would just be a prison that I locked you in
If you couldn't leave
You'd never know if there was someone to love you
The way that she didn't before
There's two things that I know for sure
It's that you can't make a women feel something she don't
And you can't build a house with no doors
O'while he was quiet, I could tell he was thinking
I thought I just ruined his day
I just couldn't bear to see this man's last hope slip away
So I thought real fast, and I started talking
Said Buddy we tried this before,
And if there ain't one, she'll make one
Either way she'll run
And leave you a house with a hole for a door
I said if I did
And she ever came back
Friend, tell me how would she get in
It would just be a prison that I locked you in
If you couldn't leave
You'd never know if there was someone to love you
The way that she didn't before
If there's two things that I know for sure
It's that you can't make a women feel something she don't
And you can't build a house with no doors
No, you can't make a women feel something she don't
And you can't build a house with no doors
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been in the saddle
since the sun came up
roundin' up stray's in
this ole west texas dust
she's been packin' her things
since I put coffee on
by sundown she'll be gone
damn this ole gerth
worn right in two
but a spare lenth of leather
and I'll make it do
just when I think I've got
life by the reins
home ain't sweet home
on the range
if heartaches were horses
and hard times were cattle
I'd ride home at sunset
sittin' tall in the saddle
if heartaches were horses
and hard times were cattle
and she'd say she loved me
and this cowboy way of life
she'd be right beside me
when we rode home tonight
if heartaches were horses
and hard times were cattle
I'd ride home at sunset
sittin' tall in the saddle
if heartaches were horses
and hard times were cattle
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