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(Alan Jackson/Roger Murrah/Keith Stegall)
Don't rock the jukebox
I wanna hear some Jones
Cause my heart ain't ready
For the Rolling Stones
I don't feel like rocking
Since my baby's gone
So don't rock the jukebox
Play me a country song
Before you drop that quarter
Keep one thing in mind
You got a heartbroke hillbilly
Standing here in line
I've been down and lonely
Ever since she left
Before you punch that number
May I make one request
Don't rock the jukebox
I wanna hear some Jones
Cause my heart ain't ready
For the Rolling Stones
I don't feel like rocking
Since my baby's gone
So don't rock the jukebox
Play me a country song
I ain't got nothing
Against rock and roll
But when your heart's been broken
You need a song that's slow
There ain't nothing like a steel guitar
To drown a memory
Before you spend your money baby
Play a song for me
Don't rock the jukebox
I wanna hear some Jones
Cause my heart ain't ready
For the Rolling Stones
I don't feel like rocking
Since my baby's gone
So don't rock the jukebox
Play me a country song
Don't rock the jukebox
Play me a country song
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(Alan Jackson, Jim McBride)
I had to look through our old pictures
To see the way we used to smile
Before we left love in the closet
Can we pull out those old feelin's
Wipe the hurt away like dust
Make love shine the way it used to shine
(Chorus)
That's all I need to know
Do you want' a stay together
Just say let's don't let go
And I'll keep holdin' on forever
Have the teardrops that you've cried
Drowned the fire in your eyes
Is there one flame beneath the smoke
Tell me is there any hope
That's all I need to know
Is it too late to recover
Those old smiles we used to wear
Can we save a love that once was strong
Before it breaks beyond repair
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(Alan Jackson/Keith Stegall)
Dallas packed her suitcase
And drove off in the brand new car I bought her
She made leaving me look easy
I wish she'd made it look a little harder
I took her out of Texas
When she was just a girl
But old Tennessee and me
Couldn't take Texas out of her
On how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee
If I could move Texas east
Then she'd be here with me
Then nothin' else would come between the two of us
If Dallas was in Tennessee
By now she's leaving Memphis
And everything we had behind her
Lord I hope the gold band on her hand
Will serve as a reminder
That true love is a treasure
That's very seldom found
But you can't stay together if there's no common ground
Oh how I wish Dallas was in Tennessee
If I could move Texas east
Then she'd be here with me
Then nothin' else would come between the two of us
If Dallas was in Tennessee
Oh if Dallas was in Tennessee
Dallas packed her suitcase
And drove off in the brand new car I bought her
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(Alan Jackson/Don Sampson)
Midnight in Montgomery, silver eagle, lonely road
I was on my way to Mobile for a big New Years Eve show
I stopped for just a minute to see a friend outside of town
Put my collar up, found his name, and felt the wind die down
Then a drunken man in a cowboy suit took me by surprise
Wearing shiny boots, a Nudi suit and haunting haunted eyes
He said 'Friend it's good to see you, it's nice to know you care'
Then the wind picked up and he was gone
Was he ever really there
'Cause it's midnight in Montgomery
Just hear that whippoorwill
See the stars light up the purple sky
Feel that lonesome chill
When the wind it's right, you'll hear his songs
Smell whiskey in the air
Midnight in Montgomery
He's always singing there
I climbed back on my eagle, took one last look around
Through red tail lights a shadow moved slow across the ground
Off somewhere a midnight train is slowly passing by
I could hear that whistle moaning
I'm so lonesome I could cry
'Cause it's midnight in Montgomery
Just hear that whippoorwill
See the stars light up the purple sky
Feel that lonesome chill
When the wind it's right, you'll hear his songs
Smell whiskey in the air
Midnight in Montgomery
He's always singing there
He's always singing there
Hank's always singing there
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(Keith Stegall/Carson Chamberlain)
I called my doctor on the telephone
Help me Doc there's something wrong
I can't shake it it's gone too far
He said tell me what your symptoms are
I said my hands are sweaty and my knees are weak
I can't eat and I can't sleep
It's turning me every way but loose
He said it sounds like love's got a hold on you
No doubt love's got a hold on you
I told my buddies I was settlin' down
No more of this running 'round
They looked at me like I was a fool
And said come on tell us what's wrong with you
I said my hands are sweaty and my knees are weak
I can't eat and I can't sleep
It's turning me every way but loose
He said it sounds like love's got a hold on you
No doubt love's got a hold on you
Well I tossed and turned til the morning light
Holding my pillow hanging on for life
There ain't nothing I can do
They said it sounds like love's got a hold on you
Sounds like love's got a hold on you
My hands are sweaty and my knees are weak
I can't eat and I can't sleep
It's turning me every way but loose
He said it sounds like love's got a hold on you
Sounds like love's got a hold on you
Sounds like love's got a hold on you
No doubt love's got a hold on you
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(Alan Jackson/Jim McBride)
She looked me in the eye and said it's over
I can't take this heartache anymore
She said don't tell me lies and try to please me
I've heard it all so many times before
And I took her by the arm and said don't leave me
There's nothin' in this world I wouldn't do
Just give me time I'll be the man you've needed
She said I wish that I could take that for the truth
And I said someday
I'll get my life straight
And she said it's too late
What's done is done
And I told her someday
She said I can't wait
'Cause sometimes someday just never comes
She said all I've ever wanted was to love you
And somewhere deep inside me I still do
But now I think it's time I stopped believin'
'Cause I'm never gonna see a change in you
And I said someday
I'll get my life straight
And she said it's too late
What's done is done
And I told her someday
She said I can't wait
'Cause sometimes someday just never comes
Sometimes someday just never comes
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(Alan Jackson/Jim McBride/Gary Overton)
I parked my car 'round back
I've got the shades pulled down
I told everybody including my mama
I was leaving town
But I've been right here
Since you've been gone
Belly-up at the bottom of a bottle
Listening to George Jones
And just playin' possum
Laying low
I've got hundred watts of hurtin'
Coming through the speakers of my stereo
Don't want to see nobody
Nowhere I want to go
I'm just playin' possum
And laying low
I'm gonna hide my heart
And be a love recluse
Oh I could cry on my best friend's shoulder
But there ain't no use
I need an expert on
The pain I'm going through
So I'll keep George on the old turntable
'Til I'm over you
And just playin' possum
Laying low
I've got hundred watts of hurtin'
Coming through the speakers of my stereo
Don't want to see nobody
Nowhere I want to go
I'm just playin' possum
And laying low
He's playin' possum
And he's laying low
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(Alan Jackson/Randy Travis)
Just another bar
With loud guitars
Smoke and candles burning low
And the same ol' boys
Their backs to the bar
Staring across a crowded floor
Then I hear a familiar sound
Your voice laughing out loud
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I can't hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
So I take a chair
In a corner somewhere
You can't see me
But I can look at you
And I remember those times
When I looked in your eyes
The way that he now looks at you
Deep down I know it's over
But it hurts me when he's so much closer
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I can't hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
And if I can't hold you near me
I'll just hold onto your memory
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I can't hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
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(Alan Jackson/Don Sampson)
There's a lady living right above me
Pretty as a picture on the wall
Once I helped her with a bag of groceries
We met a time or two out in the hall
She told me somebody hurt her feelings
The hurt that's in her eyes is plain to see
Slowly she's been wearing out my ceiling
Walkin' the floor over me
Every night I hear her cryin'
Cryin' over some old memory
A little of my heart is down here dyin'
'Cause she's walkin' the floor over me
Back and forth I followed every footstep
Countin' long enough to fall asleep
Had the sweetest dream last night 'cause I dreamt
She was walkin' the floor over me
Every night I hear her cryin'
Cryin' over some old memory
A little of my heart is down here dyin'
'Cause she's walkin' the floor over me
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(Alan Jackson/Don Sampson)
A callused right hand
Holds a shiny gold watch
For thirty years spent on the clock
But you won't see no tears
From this workin' class hero
He's always been hard as a rock
But he knows he's too old
To really start over
Besides he just wouldn't know how
I guess he's just glad
That he's not alone
But he's got to wonder what now
'Cause there's no hall of fame for that working class hero
No statute carved out of stone
And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children
So after he's gone
That old working class hero lives on
That three-bedroom house
He built in the '50s
Seems so much bigger today
With just him and mama
And not many bills
'Cause all of the kids moved away
What he's done with his life
Might not be remembered
But he's got every right to be proud
'Cause the blood sweatin' years
Of this workin' class hero
Is really what livin's about
'Cause there's no hall of fame for that working class hero
No statute carved out of stone
And his greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children
So after he's gone
That old workin' class hero lives on
Yes, that workin' class hero lives on
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