with Ricky Skaggs |
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03/20/2007 |
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5. | Stubb |
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11. | Super Freak |
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Here we go to the Tasty Freeze
Or maybe Dairy Queen
If so, then better lock the glove
There's something in there the old man loves
To break it out with a muffled shout
A shout of glee and it comes out
The dreaded spoon, the dreaded spoon
Lord help us, it's the dreaded spoon
Well, hide your cookies and hide your cakes
What he giveths, away he takes
He keep on scoopin' till you taste just great
So better not turn your head away
It's gone, gone, gone
They're gone, gone, gone
To the dreaded spoon
Says he doesn't want a thing
He's not hungry, he says with a tiny wink
We come back with a big ol' cone
And he makes his move and we all moan
Wearing out your ice cream cake
Spilling sprinkles in his wake
The dreaded spoon, the dreaded spoon
Lord help us, the dreaded spoon
Well, hide your cakes and Sunday pies
Apple fritters and curly fries
Nuts and cherries piled so high
Just one swipe and it's say goodbye
Yes, bye, bye, bye
They're gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
To the dreaded spoon
Well, hide your cakes and sunday pies
Apple fritters and curly fries
Nuts and cherries piled so high
Just one swipe and it's say goodbye
Yes, bye, bye, bye
They're gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
To the dreaded spoon
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I'm in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico
Working on a fishing boat, how long I don't know
Trouble behind me, yes I'm hoping so
Finger on my back, make me say
"Whoa, whoa, whoa"
I'm in the saddle taking a little ride
Swinging with my partner side to side
C'mon Joe, c'mon Lee
Let's go down to the Jamboree
Make a new start, change my name
No more ducking my head in shame
I did run and yes, I hid
Running from the trouble for something I did
Thousand miles away from my home
Five states over, oh I did roam
Right eye peeled on the worker so near
Nobody would think to look for me here
My arms getting so strong working long days
If they find me I'll be better at fighting my way
Out and then I'd swim ashore
Dare 'em all to look for me some more
What I did I can't tell you
I can't believe it was me
In the flash of a light you can lose your sense of right
Change your luck and change your life
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Across the rocky mountain I walked for miles and miles
Across the rocky mountain I walked for miles and miles
I'll ne'er forget my mother, God bless her sweetly smile
There was a rich old farmer who lived in a town nearby
He had one lovely daughter, on her I cast my eye
She was most tall and handsome, blue eyes and curly hair
There's no other girl in this world with her I could compare
She was courted by three squires, so well they did agree
She's courted by three squires, so well they did agree
But her heart with with the sailor who crossed the deep blue sea
Well your cheeks they are too rosy, your fingers are too small
Your cheeks they are too rosy, your fingers are too small
Oh, your cheeks they are too rosy to face the cannonball
No, my cheeks are not too rosy, nor fingers aren't too small
My cheeks are not too rosy, nor fingers aren't too small
It would not change my conscience to see ten thousand fall
She was walking through the battlefield, searching up and down
She's walking through the battlefield, searching up and down
All among the dead and wounded, her darling Jack she found
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(B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby)
The song came and went
Like the times that we spent
Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent
I laughed and she'd smile
It would last for a while
You don't know what you got till you lose it all again
Listen to the mandolin rain
Listen to the music on the lake
Listen to my heart break
Every time she runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low
Listen to the tears roll
Down my face as she turns to go
A cool evening dance
Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill
From the air till they play the last song
I'll do my time
Keeping you off my mind
But there's moments that I find
I'm not feeling so strong
Listen to the mandolin rain
Listen to the music on the lake
Listen to my heart break
Every time she runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low
Listen to the tears roll
Down my face as she turns to go
Running down by the lakeshore
She did love the sound of a summer storm
It played on the lake like a mandolin
Now it's washing her away once again
The boat's steaming in
I watch the sidewheel spin
And I think about her when
I hear that whistle blow
I can't change my mind
I knew all the time
That she'd go
But that's a choice I made long ago
Listen to the mandolin rain
Listen to the music on the lake
Listen to my heart break
Every time she runs away
Listen to the banjo wind
A sad song drifting low
Listen to the tears roll
Down my face as she turns to go
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Come on out with your hands up
There's still time before you die
Come on out with your hands up
Put your hands up and reach for the sky
Them bones are your hide out
Nobody sees you laying low
Crawlin' 'round with the light out
You're on your knees — it's time to go
You're gonna wait till you're older
Leave your fate in the devil's hands
But that voice on your other shoulder
You better listen to it while you can
So I'll just sit here playin' hambone
Lord knows there's nothing better to do
Pretty soon you're gonna run out of ammo
Empty shells, just like you
Put your hands up and reach for the sky
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(B. R. Hornsby/John Hornsby)
Van and Willie went out one night
Once they get out on the road
Well then everything is alright
Had to get away from the kids and the wives
Well they ran into some city boys that didn't walk just right
And the line was drawn for another showdown
Like they'd always seen it done
And when the lights came up on the little woods town
There was an old man bailing out a son
Going out for a night on the town
Going out to the smoke and trees
Going out for a night on the town
Going out for a look and see
Said do what your daddy told you
Well I just went out and did that
Van and Willie went out one night
There's a green table down at the midway
Where they rack up the balls for the games
And reputations are made
There's a green forest full of oaks and pines
Where they cleared a cleared a space in the middle
Where secret scores are settled
And the claim was made round the table that night
And they rode off through the trees
And the young boys tell how the city boys tried
And how one man fell to his knees
Going out for a night on the town
Going out to the smoke and trees
Going out for a night on the town
Going out for a look and see
Said what made you go and do that
Well we were just having a little fun
Van and Willie went out one night
And the line was drawn for another showdown
Like they'd always seen and done
And one mans night for a drunken old time
Left a scar on on another one
Going out for a night on the town
Going out to the smoke and trees
Going out for a night on the town
Going out for a look and see
Said do what your daddy told you
Well I just went out and did that
Van and Willie went out one night
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Never seen the likes since I've been born
Sheep shell corn by the rattlin' of his horn
Bowls in the cupboard and butter in the churn
Never seen the likes since I've been "burn"
Sheep shell corn by the rattlin' of his horn
Never seen the likes since I've been born
Sheep shell corn by the rattlin' of his horn
Never seen the likes since I've been born
Sheep shell corn by the rattlin' of his horn
Swing that girl with the red dress on
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When I's in old Fort Worth in eighteen and eighty-three
Saw a Mexican cowboy come ridin' up to me
Sayin' how are you, young fellow, how would you like to go
And spend another summer in the hills of Mexico?
Well, I had no appointment back to him I did say
It's accordin' to your wages, accordin' to your pay
I will pay to you good wages and often, too, you know
If you'll spend another season in the hills of Mexico
Now with all this flatterin' talkin' he signed up quite a train
Some ten or twelve in number, some able bodied men
And our trip it was pleasant as we hit the western road
Till we crossed the old Peace River to those hills of Mexico
It was there our pleasures ended and our troubles all begun
Was a lightening storm that hit us and made the cattle run
And we all got full of stickers from the cactus that did grow
And the outlaws there to rob us in those hills of Mexico
Well, they sent along that old steamboat and back to home did go
How those bells started ringing, the whistles they did blow
Going back to friends and loves ones and I'll tell them not to go
To that God-forsaken country in those hills of Mexico
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She came from the backwoods
Bright teeth, stylish hair
Good fortune and everyone’s smiles
Followed her everywhere
Had a taste for the good life
Had some stars in her eyes
Thought she would have it all
Once her name was in lights
Hey, hey little Miss Jane
Sunny day turned to hard rain
Traded in your evening gown
For a jumpsuit of pain
The beauty queen and the wallflower
Feel the same in their darkest hours
All watch as the crown of jewels
Falls from the old guard tower
She walked down the runway
A crown of jewels she wore
Applause and lights, but at the end of the night
She was the first out the door
Drove all night at high speed
Arrived in the early daylight
Flash of a knife, a nice evening dress
Couldn't change her man's mind
Stage moms and hair-sprayed charms
No one there could have sounded an alarm
I don't know why you think it's so strange
Any kind of acts within anyone's range
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