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(Nat Stuckey)
Pop a top again
I just got time for one more round
Sit 'em up my friends
Then I'll be gone
Then you can let some other fool sit down
I'd like for you'd to listen to a joke I heard today
From a woman who said she was through and calmly walked away
I'd tried to smile and did a while it felt so outta place
Did you ever hear of a clown with tears drops streaming down his face.
Pop a top again
I think I'll have another round
Sit 'em up my friend
Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down.
Home for me is misery and here I am wasting time
Cause a row of fools on a row of stools is not what's on my mind
But then you see her leaving me it's not what I prefer
So it's either here just drinking beer or at home remembering her.
Pop a top again
I think I'll have another round
Sit 'em up my friend
Then I'll be gone and you can let some other fool sit down
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(Lawton Williams)
When the last breath of life is gone from my body
And my lips are as cold as the sea
When my friends gather around for my farewell party
Won't you pretend you love me
There will be flowers from those who cry when I go
And leave you in this old world alone
I know you'll have fun at my farewell party
I know you'll be glad when I'm gone
Don't be mad at me for wanting to keep you
Til my life on this old world is through
You'll be free at the end of my farewell party
But I'll go away loving you
There will be flowers from those who cry when I go
And leave you in this old world alone
I know you'll have fun at my farewell party
I know you'll be glad when I'm gone
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(Ben Peters)
Whenever a chance to meet some old friends on the street
They wonder how does a man get to be this way
I always got a smiling face any time and any place
And everytime they ask me why
I just smile and say
You've got to kiss angel good mornin'
And let her know you think about her when your gone
So kiss an angel good mornin'
And love her like the devil when you get back home
Now people may guess the secret of happiness
Some of them never learn
It's a simple thing
The secret I'm speaking of
Is a woman and a man in love
And the answer is in this song that I always sing
You got to kiss an angel good mornin'
And let her know you think about her when your gone
So kiss an angel good mornin'
And love her like the devil when you get back home
Kiss an angel good mornin'
And let her know you think about her when your gone
So kiss an angel good mornin'
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(Hank Williams Jr.)
He's just a singer
A natural born guitar ringer
Kind of a clinger to sad old songs
He's not a walk behinder
He's a new note finder
His name's a reminder of a blues man
That's already gone
So he started drinking and took somethings
That meesed up his thinking
He was sure sinking when she came along
He was born in the spot light not to much left inside
She changed all that one night
When she sang him this song
Hey baby I love you
Hey baby I need you
Hey baby you ain't got to prove to me
Your some kind of macho man
You wasted so much of your life running through the dark nights
Let me shine a little love light down on the blues man
He got so sick of speeding all things
They said he was needing if he was to keep on pleasing all of his fans
He got cuffed on dirt roads
He got sued over no shows
She came and took all that old down off of that blues man
And he sang
Hey baby I love you to
Hey baby I need you
Hey baby I do get tired of this traveling band
I'm over 40 years old now
Nights would be so cold now i
If you hadn't stuck it out with this blues man
I'm over 40 years old now
Nights would be so cold now
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(Bob McDill)
A willing woman
A willing man
A five room house
And a wedding band
Believe us believe us
Once it begins
You know it don't take long
Til like two people in a heartbreak song
I wonder I wonder well
Ain't it just like a woman
And ain't it just like a man
Chasin the rainbow and looking for love
When it's right in the palm of my hand
When it's right in the palm of your hand
Can't take back those things we said
So we watch it pass in seperate beds
Changing were changing too little love and too much pride
You won't give in and neither will I like children children
Well ain't it just like a woman
And ain't it just like a man
Chasing the rainbow and looking for love
When it's right in the palm of your hand
When it's right in the palm of your hand
Feet on the floor holding my head
Sitting alone on the side of the bed thinking thinking
Trying to find where we went wrong
I just turned around and you were gone it's over it's over
Well ain't it just like a woman
And ain't it just like a man
Chasing the rainbow and looking for love
When it's right in the palm of your hand and
Ain't it just like a woman
And ain't it just like a man
Chasing the rainbow and looking for love
When it's right in the palm of your hand
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(Johnny Paycheck)
Well I was sent to a place in North Carolina
To check up on a moonshine
Still when I got there to my surprise
I could see a little light on the hill
Well the fire was glowing and really I was knowing
I was really hot on the track
But in D.C. they said it couldn't be
But I'll be the one to bring em back
Cause I'm a revenooer man
I'm a revenooer man
I got a bandage in my pocket
And a gun on my hip
And them moonshiners
Better never make a slip
Cause I'm a revenooer man
Yeah I get 'em if I can
Well the moon was shining bright
As I looked down the river
I noticed on the side of the hill
I can see a red light that was glowing bright
I knew it had to be a still
Well the people down the road said it wasn't far
But I better know someone
Cause when the moonshiners know I carry a star
I'll bet my bottom dollar I'll have 'em on the run
Cause I'm a revenooer man
Yeah I'm a revenooer man
I got a badge in my pocket
And a gun on my hip
Them moonshiners better never make a slip
Cause I'm a revenooer man
Yeah I'll get 'em if I can
Well when I got back the woods were bare
Must've knew I was on my way
Well I heard the branches shatter
And they started to scatter
I heard two or three of them say
It's the revenooer man
It's revenooer man
He's got a big 45 and loads to fill
Dragging and shagging to another hill
It's the revenooer man
And he'll get us if he can
Yeah I'm the revenooer man
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(Merle Haggard)
Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and south-paws
Good dogs and all kinds of cats.
Dirt roads and white lined, and all kinds of stop signs
I'll stand right here where I'm at
'Cause I wear my own kind of hat.
There's two kinds of lovers, two kinds of brothers
Two kinds of babies to hold.
There's two kinds of cherries, two kinds of fairies
Two kinds of mothers I'm told I'm told
Cowboys and outlaws, right guys and south-paws
Good dogs and all kinds of cats.
Dirt roads and white lines and all kinds of stop signs
I'll stand right here where I'm at
Cause I wear my own kind of hat.
There's two kinds of brother, two kinds of lovers
Two kinds of babies to hold
There's two kinds of cherries, two kinds of fairies
Two kinds of mothers I'm told I'm told
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She just started liking cheatin songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
I've never had any reason to doubt her
As far as I know she's been true
But lately she's had a different look in her eyes
I wonder if she's seein somebody new
You can't blame a body for lookin
When there's a world of people out there
But I hope that she's not takin any closer looks
I tell ya lately frankly I've been scared
Chorus:
Cuz she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
I've got to admit I do some looking too
But she's the only one I love
She still tells me she loves me
But I wonder if my love's enough
Chorus:
Cuz she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
Yeah she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
Yeah I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
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Wish I were down, on some blue batou
With a bamboo cane stuck in the sand
But the road I'm on, don't seem to go there
So I just dream, keep on being the way I am
Wish I enjoyed, what makes my living
And what I do, with a willing hand
Some would run, but that ain't like me
So, I just dream, keep on being the way I am
chorus
The way I am, don't fit my shackles
The way I am, reality
I can almost see, that bobber dancin'
So,I just dream, keep on being the way I am
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(Don Williams)
First I get cold and hot
Think I'm on fire, but I'm not.
Oh, what a pain I've got,
It must be love
There's nothing I can do,
All that I want is you.
Look what I'm going through,
It must be love
It must be love, it must be love.
I fall like a sparrow and fly like a dove.
You must be the dream I been dreaming of,
Oh what a feeling, it must be love
Something is wrong or right,
I think of you all night.
Can't sleep 'til morning light,
It must be love
Seeing you in my dreams,
Holding you close to me.
Oh, what else can it be?
It must be love
It must be love, it must be love.
I fall like a sparrow and fly like a dove.
You must be the dream I been dreaming of
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(Johnny Paycheck)
I'm so glad to have you back within these arms of mine
I can finally go to sleep and get some rest
Never once did I think of finding someone new
'Cause there's nothing better, once you've had the best
You're the very thing they sing about in love songs
And one mistake don't mean you've failed the test
As I lay beside you softly sleeping this I know,
There's nothing better, once you've had the best
Within your arms, I've had the best
And I think the world should know
I don't care what you've said or done
I'll always love you so
You've got more love in your little finger, than all the rest
And there's nothing better, once you've had the best
Within your arms, I've had the best
And I think the world should know
I don't care what you've said or done
I'll always love you so
You've got more love in your little finger, than all the rest
And there's nothing better, once you've had the best
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duet with Jimmy Buffett
(Jimmy Buffett)
Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of those tourists covered in oil
Strummin' my six-string
On my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp hey they're beginnin' to boil
Chorus:
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's nobody's fault
I don't know the reason
I stayed here all season
Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo
But it's a real beauty
A Mexican cutie
How it got here I haven't a clue
Chorus:
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
Now I think
Must be Buffet's fault
I blew out my flip-flop
Stepped on a pop-top
Broke my leg twice I had to limp on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Hang on
Wasted away again in Margaritaville
Searching for my lost shaker of salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know this is all Alan's fault
Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame
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