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Slippin' and a slidin' playin' Dominos leftin' and a rightin' ain't a crime you know
Well I gotta tell the story before it's time to go
Are you ready for the country are you ready for me
Are you ready for the country ain't that a sight to see
( steel + guitar )
Talkin' to a preacher said God was on his side
Talkin' to a butcher they both were sellin' hides
Well I gotta tell the story boys I don't know the reason why
Are you ready for the country...
( steel + guitar )
Are you ready for the country...
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(Troy Seals - Donnie Fritts)
Down the dusty Dixie road
My old Levi's draggin' tracks
Nobody cares about where I'm going
They all know I'm coming back.
Wish I had me a true fine woman
Let her rock me all night long
Baby we could get it together
Like people do in them old love songs.
I can hear somebody laughin'
Funny how it makes me sad
Lord I wish it was Sunday morning
Saturday night sure looking bad.
Wish I had me a true fine woman
Let her rock me all night long
Baby we could get it together
Like people do in them old love songs.
--- Instrumental ---
I wish I had me a true fine woman
Let her rock me all night long
Baby we could get it together
Like people do in them old love songs.
Yeah baby, we could get it together
Like people do in them old love songs...
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(Waylon Jennings)
Just so good woman Lord you're just too good for me
The way I am is the way I'll always be
You know I'll run around all of my life
You could've done better cause you been a good wife
You're so good woman Lord you're just too good for me.
--- Instrumental ---
You're so good lookin' Lord you could've done better than me
You're so good lookin' no you could've done better than me
Look at them men lookin' you too while you're lookin' at me and I'm happy you do
You're so good lookin' Lord you could've done better than me, yeah.
--- Instrumental ---
Look at the man lookin' at you too
But you're lookin' at me Lord, I'm happy you do
You're so good lookin' Lord you could've done better than me
And you're so good woman you're just too good for me...
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(David Moore)
Jack a diamond, jack a diamond take my money
You can have my life of luxury
You can have my precious silver studded saddle, oh Lord
But you cannot take my soul, cannot take my soul today.
Sweet mamma, oh sweet mamma won't you say you love me
Let me hold you, hold you in my arms
Please tell me I'm not really falling to pieces
Keep me tender, mama tender, now keep me warm.
Jack a diamond jack a diamond I still got my ace yeah
If you want me to do it I can throw it right in your face
Go and take my precious silver studded saddle yeah
But you cannot take my soul Lord you cannot take my soul today.
Jack a diamond, jack a diamond, gonna be alright...
--- Instrumental ---
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(Toy T. Caldwell)
Gonna catch a freight train as far as I can Lord,
I don't care which way it goes
Gonna climb a mountain, the highest mountain Lord
Jump off ain't nobody gonna know.
Can't you see, oh can't you see
What that woman's been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman's been doin' to me?
--- Instrumental ---
Gonna buy a ticket go as far as I can Lord
I ain't never coming back
Take me a southbound all the way down Lord
Till the train run out of track.
Can't you see, oh can't you see
What that woman's been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman's been doin' to me?
--- Instrumental ---
Can't you see, oh can't you see
What that woman's been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman's been doin' to me?...
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(Jim Webb)
Spring was never waiting for us girl
It ran one step ahead as we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot fevered iron like a strip-ed pair of pants.
Mac Arthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
But I don't think that I can take it Lord
It took so long to bake it
I'll never had that recipe again, oh no.
I recall the yellow cotton dress
foaming like a wave on the ground around your knees
And birds like tender babies in your hands
The old man playing checkers by the trees.
Mac Arthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
But I don't think that I can take it Lord
It took so long to bake it
I'll never had that recipe again, oh no.
--- Instrumental ---
There will be another song for me for and I will sing it
There will be another dream for me someone will bring it
I will taste the wine while it is warm
and never let you catch me looking in the sun
But after all the loves of my life
after all the loves of my life you'll still be the one.
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
And my passions flow like rivers from the sky
But after all the loves of my life after all the loves of my life
I'll still be along wondering why.
Mac Arthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
But I don't think that I can take it Lord
It took so long to bake it
I'll never had that recipe again, oh no...
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I'll go back to her where I'm wanted and maybe I can make up for the wrong
Inspite of all I've done she still wants me so I'll go back to her where I belong
Walking out on her wasn't easy but without a second thought I left her there
I gave my all and did it all to please you but the more I seem to do the less you care
So I'll go back to her...
( steel )
I'll go back to her...
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(Shel Silverstein - Dennis Locorriere)
I've got a couple more years on you baby that's all
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall
That's not that I'm wiser it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you baby that's all
I've walked a couple more roads than you baby that's all
And I'm tired of running while you're only learning to crawl
And you're going somewhere but I've been to somewhere
And found it was nowhere at all.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you baby that's all.
--- Instrumental ---
Saying goodbye girl don't ever come easy at all
But you've got to fly cause you're hearin' them young eagles call
Someday when you're older you'll smile at a man strong and tall
And say I've got a couple more years on you baby that's all.
You'll say I've got a couple more years on you baby that's all
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall
That's not that I'm wiser it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall...
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(Waylon Jennings)
Was it really years ago
It seems like only yesterday
The last time that I saw
You laugh at me and fly away.
I remember all of the good times
And the songs we used to sing
Old friend we sure have missed you
But you ain't missed a thing.
Lord you should've heard the music
And all the changes it's gone through
But the funny thing is lately
It keeps an easing back to you.
But there's always something missing
It'll never be the same
Old friend we sure have missed you
But you ain't missed a thing.
They've been writin' books about you
And the stories that they tell
Make you look like some kind of angel
But we both know you're mean as hell.
I've had my share of hard times
But I've lived through the strain
Old friend I sure have missed you
But you ain't missed a thing.
--- Instrumental ---
People talk about you
After all this time
You were many things to many people
But you were a friend of mine.
I've been thinking bout how long
You've been gone the things you've never seen
But old friend I sure have missed you
But you ain't missed a thing.
Old buddy we sure have missed you
But you ain't missed a thing...
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(J.B. Wright)
As I wander on life's pathway
Know not what the future holds
As I ponder hope grows fonder
Precious sacred seems unfold.
Precious mem'ries how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold.
--- Instrumental ---
Precious mem'ries how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold.
Precious mem'ries how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious sacred scenes unfold...
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