Альбом Jamey Johnson

Daddy hugs his little man
says son I’ve got to go
and he pulls out of the drive and disappears
as they walk back in the house
the young boy asks his mama
where does daddy go when he leaves here

mama tells her little man
your daddy’s got a job
and when he goes to work they pay him for his time
well the young boy gets to thinking
and he heads up to his bedroom
and comes running back with a quarter and four dimes

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and says mama how much time will this buy me
is it enough to take me fishing or throw a football in the street
if I’m a little short then how much more does daddy need
to spend some time with me

the young boy tells his mama
now I know daddy’s busy
cause most times when he gets home it’s dark outside
but tell him I’ve got me some pennies
saved up from the tooth fairy
and I keep ‘em in my piggy bank and I believe there’s thirty-five

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and mama how much time will that buy me
is it enough to take me camping in a tent down by the creek
if I’m a little short then how much more does daddy need
to spend some time with me

mama how much time will this buy me
is it enough for just an afternoon a day or a whole week
if I’m a little short then how much more does daddy need
to spend some time with me

mama takes her little man
sets him on her lap
and starts dialing up some numbers on the phone
she says daddy come home early
you don’t have to chase that dollar
cause your little man has got one here at home

Standing at that pawn shop counter
Trying on the wedding rings
She said she needed silver
'Cause gold just turns her green
I counted out the twenties
And i laid the money down
And we went straight to the Davidson courthouse
After three long years together
She found a banker man
She said she was thinking 'bout her future
And gave me back that silver band
I had it melted down
So i could wear in on a chain
Now it's a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring

(Chorus)
I'd rather have this silver eagle
Than all that rich man's gold
It's my one reminder of
A women turning cold
Her love lies in his money
And mines in a pair of wings
On a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring

I couldn't put the past behind me
so i put it in a song
That's how I tell the story
How that women did me wrong
Now I tour across the country
Riding high on the wings
Of a flying silver eagle that used to be a ring

(Repeat Chorus)

I met a homeless man on Broadway
He was holding out his hand
He asked me for a dollar
Said he was once a banker man
'Til that lady took his money
I said man I feel your pain
You might could use this silver eagle
You know it used to be a ring

Yeah, I saw you watchin' me tonight from across the room.
I appreciate the drink: that was nice of you.
Thanks for comin' out to see me, I hope you liked the show.
Yeah, that's right, I settled down about six months ago.
No, she ain't here tonight, she stayed at home.
Yeah, it sure does get lonely out here on the road.

By lookin' in your eyes, I can tell what's on your mind.
Yeah, I'd love to drive you home an' hold your body close to mine.
You're everything a man could dream of, baby:
You're all woman, but she's all lady.

I met her at a Baptist church in Tennessee.
She was lookin' for someone: I was prayin' it was me.
No, she never thought she'd fall in love with a guitar man.
Ah, it took some gettin' used to, but she does the best she can.
No, she don't like to stay at home alone.
No, I don't need your number: she's prob'ly waitin' by the 'phone.

By lookin' in your eyes, I can tell what's on your mind.
Yeah, I'd love to drive you home an' hold your body close to mine.
You're everything a man could dream of, baby:
You're all woman, ah, but she's all lady.

Instrumental Break.

No, it ain't you; Lord knows, you're a sight.
Yeah, I prob'ly could but I could never make believe it's right.
I'd rather be alone, an' I know that sounds crazy,
'Cause you're all woman, but she's all lady.
You're all woman, but she's my lady.

Well, I walked in to one of my old haunts.
It used to be a honky-tonk Heaven.
Some old slicker done bought the place,
An' lit it up like a 7-11.
Yes, they fired the band that used to play,
"Okie From Muskogee".
An' hired some dude with his hat on back'ards,
Singin' hip-hop and karaoke.

Shoulda know it was gonna happen,
Bein' this close town.
Oh but I know a beer joint back in the woods,
That them city folks still ain't found.

You make a right at the stomp with the barbed wire in it,
Where the old church used to be.
Then a mile mad curve on the gravel,
Gonna throw you right off the road into Choctaw Creek.
There's a one-lane bridge, just keep it in the middle,
Pretty soon that road's gonna end.
Welcome to Ray Ray's Juke Joint down in the holler:
Y'all come back again.
Mmm, Mmm, ah ha.

We got ice-cold beer, an' chicken an' ribs,
Cookin' on the grill out back.
Three plays for a quarter on the jukebox in the corner,
An' it's full of Hank, Haggard an' Cash.
They got a long-legged waitress wearin' cut-off jeans;
She's quick to take your order.
Better leave her a tip but don't give her no lip, y'all:
That girl is Ray Ray's daughter.

They'll make you feel like family,
An' everybody is your friend.
But there's been folks messed up down there,
That ain't never been seen again.

You make a right at the stomp with the barbed wire in it,
Where the old church used to be.
Where the mile mad curve on the gravel,
Gonna throw you right off the road into Choctaw Creek.
There's a one-lane bridge, just keep it in the middle,
Pretty soon that road's gonna end.
Welcome to Ray Ray's Juke Joint down in the holler:
Y'all come back again.

Instrumental break.

Yeah, you make a right at the stomp with the barbed wire in it,
Where the old church used to be.
Where the mile mad curve on the gravel,
Gonna throw you right off the road into Choctaw Creek.
There's a one-lane bridge, just keep it in the middle,
Pretty soon that road gonna end.
Welcome to Ray Ray's Juke Joint down in the holler:
Y'all come back again.
Welcome to Ray Ray's Juke Joint down in the holler:
Y'all come back again.

Ah, don't be scared.
Nice place.
Mmm.

Daddy's bourbon breath was strong as gasoline,
An' it seemed to fuel the rage he had inside.
He'd come home just burnin',
Mad an' drunk an' mean an' raisin' hell on a Saturday night.
Momma'd lock us up in her bedroom,
He'd be lyin' in the hallway on our way to Sunday school.

They both, in their own way became my savin' grace.
Daddy passed out with his demons:
Momma passed the offerin' plate.
An' she'd cry out to Heaven: "Protect this son of mine,"
While Daddy kept the devil off my back,
By takin' up his time.

Momma said: "Nobody's perfect," as we walked into Church,
To ask the Good Lord to forgive him, again.
I still recall that sermon, I hung on every word.
That's when I learned just exactly what a Father really meant.
And the Angels and the people gathered round,
I was standin' in that water when that Preacher laid me down.

They both, in their own way became my savin' grace.
Daddy passed out with his demons:
Momma passed the offerin' plate.
An' she'd cry out to Heaven: "Protect this son of mine,"
While Daddy kept the devil off my back,
By takin' up his time.

An' Daddy kept the devil off my back,
By takin' up his time.

I never cut tobacco in the hills of Tennessee.
An' I ain't got a moonshine still,
But I still love to smoke an' drink.
No I never ate dinner from a wood burnin' stove,
Or rode bareback in a rodeo:
You wanna see the redneck side of me,

Give me a six-string flat-top guitar,
Put all you hillbillies in a honky tonk bar.
Show me to the stage an' set me free.
An' I'll sing all night, till the mornin' light,
When your shades are on an' your heads on ice,
You'll know you've seen the redneck side of me.

Instrumental break.

Let me tell you somethin':
I never was a roughneck pumpin' crude down the line.
Oh, an' I ain't logged no timber, so none them Georgia pines.
I can't mix the best batch of et touffe,
I never hunted 'gators in the everglades:
You wanna see the redneck side of me,

Give me that six-string flat-top guitar,
Put all you hillbillies in a honky tonk bar.
Show me to the stage an' set me free.
An' I'll sing all night, then the mornin' light,
When your shades are on an' your heads on ice,
You'll know you've seen the redneck side of me.

Instrumental break.
(Oh yeah!)
(Out of me, yeah!)

Aw gimme that Gibson, Les Paul guitar,
Put all you rednecks in a smoke-filled bar.
Show me to that stage an' set me free.
An' we'll raise hell all night, an' then the mornin' light,
When your shades are on an' your hat's too tight:
You'll know you've seen the redneck side of me.
(Yeah!)

Aw, gimme that six-string flat-top guitar,
Put all you hillbillies in a honky tonk bar.
Show me to the stage an' set me free.
An' we'll drink all night, an' then the mornin' light,
When your shades are on an' your heads on ice,
You'll know you've seen the redneck side of me.
Son, you gonna know you've seen the redneck side of me.
Oh.

Son, you're gonna see my redneck side.

Lord, I quit the drinkin', the smokin' an' the honky-tonk life.
The day that a ring an' a preacher made her my wife.
Yeah, an' I said: "I do", but I didn't have a clue,
How I'd miss all the whiskey an' women.
I tried to be true,m but it's all I can do,
Keepin' up with the Jonesin'.

Man, this hectic, domestic lifestyle takes a while to adjust.
Ah, she don't seem to remember that old rowdy rambler I was.
'Cause she calls up her friends an' tells them,
How good I been doin'.
But the truth is I'm goin' out of my mind,
Keepin' up with the Jonesin'.

An' I miss gettin' high, an' stayin out all night,
With all my old friends.
An' I miss the liquor, the bartenders,
The fights, the girls an' the bands.
It wouldn't be so damned hard,
If I didn't know what I'm missin'.
She don't understand, I'm doin' all that I can,
Keepin' up with the Jonesin'.

Instrumental break.
Yeah, tell me what you know about it, possum.

Whoa it gets so hard when I know what I'm missin'.
Sometimes I give in, start over again,
Keepin' up with the Jonesin'.

Son, I understand, it's a helluva man,
Keepin' up with the Jonesin'.

Aw man, Thank you Mr Jones, I sure 'nough appreciate the ride.
Hey is this, this a new tractor.
That a satellite radio, air-conditioning, heater.
Oh, a cooler.

Hey, kinda like that banjo.
Crank that stuff up a little.
Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about.

The way she looks, the way she walks;
That southern twang; that dirty talk.
Rides Harley's, reads Vogue.
She got a tattoo on her ankle, rebel flags on her toes.
One shake of that hip could make a puppy dog vicious.
Mmm, hmm, mmm: rebelicious.

She'll take Jack over martinis,
Skinny dippin' over bikinis.
That hard body, soft smile,
Could send a big man to his knees and drive them little boys wild.
She likes them tiny little skirts, an' the way the preacher's boy blushes:
Mmm, mmm: rebelicious.

She's a long tall, shopping-mall,
Barbie-doll trailer park queen.
Mouthwaterin',
'Bout hotter than anything I've ever seen.

Instrumental break.
(Ah,)
(Ooh.)

She's an outlaw livin', ready an' willin',
Sun-tanned redneck, miss hittin'.

You got a mansion, you drive a vet.
You wear a Rolex, hell, she ain't impressed.
She like deer stands, beer cans,
Baits are on the hook when she fishes:
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm: rebelicious.

Aw, that's what I'm talkin' about man.
Cheap sunglasses, a pick-up truck; convertible.
What is that thing? a sixty-nine?
Mmm, not a tan line on anything I can see: whoo.
Hey, I bet you she knows David Allen Coe.

He said: "The storm is gettin' stronger,"
As he climbed inside my truck.
"I'm headed back to Carolina,
"God's willin' an' he learned."
An' he told me how he'd left his family,
So many years ago.
An' he'd seen the whole world on the shoulders,
But now it's time to go back home.

An' he said: "This road goes on forever:
"I've been travellin' all my life.
"An' I've seen the rain, I've felt the thunder,
"But it never changed my mind:
"I'm goin' back to Caroline."

Instrumental Break.

I dropped him off at the State line,
An' then I thought about my life.
An' everything I left behind me:
Two children an' my wife.
I left 'em waitin' for a 'phone call,
An' that was twenty days ago.
But now I'm in it for the long-haul,
An' it's time to go back home.

An' this damn road keeps gettin' longer:
I've been travellin' it some time.
An' I've seen the rain, I've felt the thunder roll on,
But it never changed my mind:
I'm goin' back to Caroline."
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Whoa, Lord, I'm going back to Caroline.
Whoa oh.

The first time I met her, she walked right up to me,
An' said: "You're who I've wanted to find."
There was a man she had seen in her dreams,
An' it was me.

She said: "I can't believe it 'cause I've never been in here,
"An' I've passed this place so many times."
It was her night to find destiny,
An' it was me.

An' we danced every song that they played,
An' talked until closin' time.
The closer I held her,
The more I knew her destiny wasn't that far from mine.

The I saw a reflection of someone unfamiliar,
Lookin' back when I looked in her eyes.
The happiest man I'd ever seen,
An' it was me.

An' we danced every song that they played,
An' talked until closin' time.
The closer I held her,
The more I knew her destiny wasn't that far from mine.

She wasn't lookin', an' I wasn't lookin':
Ain't it funny that that's when love was found.
She still calls it her lucky night:
Yeah, someone was lucky, she's right,
But it was me.
Ah, it was me.

I have seen my last tomorrow,
Iam holding my last breath,
Goodbye, sweet world of sorrow,
My new life, begins with death.

I am standing on the mountain,
I can hear the angels songs,
I am reaching over Jordon,
Take my hand, Lord lead me home.

All my burdens, are behind me,
I have prayed, my final pray,
Don't you cry, over my body,
Cause that ain't me, lying there.

No, I am standing on the mountain,
I can hear the angels songs,
I am reaching over Jordon,
Take my hand, Lord lead me home.

I am standing (Lord, I am standing) on the mountain ( on the mountain ),
I can hear ( I can hear the angels songs ) the angels songs,
I am reaching over Jordon, ( over Jordon )
Take my hand, Lord lead me home.
Take my hand, Lord lead me home.