Альбом Waylon Jennings

Tell us once again this morning old friend how did you win the war
Everybody loves a hero it don't matter if they've heard the tale before
And tell us of the time when almost everybody knew you were a star
And how intelligent you are
Prove that you're alive Mr Shuck and Jive

You can tell us of the man who stole your fortune and nearly ruined your life
Or better still the one about the TV and the couch and your best friend's wife
Tell us of grand projects never finished with somebody else to blame
And all the reasons that your fame
Just never did arrive Mr Shuck and Jive
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If you can get yourself together kindly write a criticism of this song
How it's exquisitely constructed and yet mechanical and somehow slightly wrong
And you can put it in your book about the enemy you never even met
You know you just might make it yet
But somehow you'll survive Mr Shuck and Jive

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I'm sittin' in the morning sun sittin' when the evening comes
Watchin' the ships roll in then I watch 'em roll away again
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay watchin' the tides roll away
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay wasting time

Left my home in Georgia I was headed for the Frisco Bay
I have nothing to live for looks like nothing's gonna come my way
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay watchin' the tides roll away
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay wasting time

Looks like nothing's ever gonna change
Everything still remains the same
I can't do what them people tell me to do
So I guess that I'll just remain the same
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Sittin' here restin' my bones and this loneliness won't leave me alone
Two thousand miles I roamed just to make this dock my home
I'm sittin' on the dock of the bay watchin' the tides roll away
I'm just sittin' on the dock of the bay wasting time

I remember the day that Clayton Delaney died
They said for the last two weeks that he suffered and cried
It made a big impression on me although I was a barefoot kid
They said he got religion at the end and I'm glad that he did.

Clayton was the best guitar picker in our town
I thought he was a hero and I used to follow Clayton around
I often wondered why Clayton who seemed so good to me
Never took his old guitar and made it down in Tennessee.

Well, daddy said he drank a lot but I could never understand
I knew he used to picked up in Ohio with a five piece band
Clayton used to tell me son you better put that old guitar away
There ain't no money in it it'll lead you to an early gray.

I guess if I'd admit it Clayton taught me how to drink booze
I can see him half stoned pickin' up the Lovesick Blues
When Clayton died I made him a promise I was gonna carry on somehow
I'd give a hundred dollars if he could only see me now.

I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died
Nobody ever knew it but I went out in the woods and I cried
I know there's a lotta big preachers that know a lot more than I do
But it could be the good Lord likes a little picking too.

I remember the year that Clayton Delaney died...

The snow got much to deep for me in Denver
THe rain fell way to hard out in LA
I couldn't stand the sandstorms in West Texas
That's all it took for me to be on my way

Then a friend told me about the beaches down in Georgia
He said the weather's fine boy, the livin' sure fits your style
That's why I'm on this workgame in the hot sun.
Where the red necked judge gettin' ready for an unfair trial

But there's a lady on my mind in New York city
All alone she's burned her torch for me
She stands tall and proud in New York Harbor
And in time I know you'll see that I go free

The man told me I'd better change my way of livin'
He said now we got laws just made for the likes of you
Ain't got time for your kind here in this town
He just wouldn't believe that I was only passing through

Let me be the first to say there's gotta be some changes
And he may be right some changes ought to be in me
But the same damn law that put me on this workgame
Give you and me the right to disagree

But there's a lady on my mind in New York city
All alone she's burned her torch for me
She stands tall and proud in New York Harbor
And in time I know you'll see that I go free

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This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The music is sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost.

He rides a feed lot and clerks in a market
On weekends selling tobacco and beer
His days're spent surrounded by fences
But he'll dream tonight of when fences weren't here.

The Old Chisholm Trail is covered by concrete
They truck 'em to market in fifty foot rigs
They blow by his market never slowing to reason
Like living and dying was all he did.

This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The music is sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost.

This is the last cowboy song
The end of a hundred year waltz
The music is sad as they're singing along
Another piece of America's lost.

This is the last cowboy song...

Son you make me feel so proud
I pop the buttons of my shirt
I know I said I'd take you to the lake today
But I'm going to have to break those plans and it really hurts.

Every time I go fishin' it'd always start me wishin'
That I could be a child again
Take my 50 cents and go down to the local picture show
To watch my heroes rope and ride.

Most times they'd win but when they'd lose
It always made me cry
Ain't nothing quite as sad
As watching your heroes die
One by one as they fall
Soon there'll be no heroes at all.

Well, I guess the fish just ain't bitin'
Just as well it don't feel like fightin'
All in all it just ain't that great a fishin' day
That old newspaper headline
Kind of wrapped around this old heart of mine
Another big one got away.

And I can't count the times he's made me laugh
But this time he's made me cry
There ain't nothing quite as sad
As watching your heroes die
One by one as they fall
Soon there'll be no heroes at all...

Well, I wish I had button eyes and red fat nose
Shaggy cotton skin and just one set of clothes
Sittin' on the shelf in the local department store
With no dreams to dream and nothin' to be sorry for.

I wish I was a Teddy Bear
Nor living, nor loving, nor going nowhere
I wish I was a Teddy Bear
And I wish that I never had fallen in love with you.

I wish I had a wooden heart and a sawdust mind
Then your mem'ry wouldn't come around to hurt all the time
With a sewed on smile and a painted twinkle in my eye
Then I never would've ever had to learn how to cry.

I wish I was a Teddy Bear
Nor living, nor loving, nor going nowhere
I wish I was a Teddy Bear
And I wish that I never had fallen in love with you.

I wish I had a string you could pull that would make me say
What you wanna hear from me to make you stay
Then I'd know everytime I spoke the words were right
And no one would know what a mess I've made in my life.

I wish I was a Teddy Bear
Nor living, nor loving, nor going nowhere
I wish I was a Teddy Bear
And I wish that I never had fallen in love with you.

I wish I was a Teddy Bear
Nor living, nor loving, nor going nowhere
I wish I was a Teddy Bear
And I wish that I never had fallen in love with you...

You callin' us heathens with zero respect for the law
But we're only songwriters just writing our songs and that's all
We write what we live and we live what we write is that wrong
If you think it is Mr Music Executive why don't you write your own songs.

And don't listen to mine they might run you crazy
They might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long
We're making you rich and you're already lazy
So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs.

Mr Purified Country don't you know what the whole things about
Is your head up your ass so far that you can't pull it out
The world's gettin' smaller and everyone in it belongs
And if you can't see that Mr. Purified Country
Why don't you write your own songs.

And don't listen to mine they might run you crazy
They might make you dwell on your feelings a moment too long
We're making you rich and you're already lazy
So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs.

So just lay on your ass and get richer or write your own songs...

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