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3. | High Maintenance Woman |
4. | Mighty Oak Trees |
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6. | Last Driftin' Cowboy |
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8. | All the Roads |
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Let me tell you about the farm
All my friends are in the barn
Barn Life, Farmers Wife
Don't you make me say it twice
Sunny days
Bale and Hay
Go to church and learn to pray
Cornbread, feather bed, buttermilk
scratch my head
Brown cow, Cat's meow
C'mon mule, pull my plow!
Oats and bread, turkey breast
Wait a minute
Catch my breath!
Candied yams,
scrambled eggs
Crazy Rooster plucked my leg
King nose, garden hose
watchin all the flowers grow
tractor rattle, horse and saddle
open line, fishin' paddle
green beans, blue jeans
electric guitar,washing machine
ho' down, gather around
Listen to the barnyard sound
fiddle and bow, mountain blow
bluegrass, country, rock and roll!
House fly, Apple pie
Coon skin hat, eagle eye
In-law, Out-law
Suit and tie, overall
great oaks, best smokes
jelly jam, jell-o roll
fried tomato, baked potato
soup and kettle, double barrell
Bow and arrow, camouflage
Left Paw, Buzz saw
Country boy, C'mon now
Make that good ol' fiddle squak!!
Hound dog, Bullfrog
Deer head hangin' on the wall
clothesline, grapevine
sippin on that ol' moonshine
Amen, women hollerin'
grey head men,brown eyed daughter
mom and paw,snake in the grass
duck call,2 steppin helpin
sun comin up, over the mountain
when it rains I'm insane
Guess that covers ever-thang!!!!
Pick-up truck, muffler loud
Welcome to the sunny south!!
Birkenberth, KFC
CMA and SCC
ASP, won't take cards
Civil war was in the yard
Love Life
Out of hand
waited on ten level tan
only going to do 20 shows
Hunting season, told ya so
He's goin' fishin!!
There he goes!
There he goes!
There he goes!
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I used to love this town and this neighborhood
The streets were safe, the schools were good
The mill was hummin' twenty-four seven
I was formin' on the line, three to eleven
But eighteen months, two days ago
The Mill closed down and moved to Mexico
I payed my bills, I payed my dues
I payed my share of taxes too
Now I cant buy my baby shoes
Ive got the red, white, pink-slip blues
I hide the pickup truck in Ricky Browns garage
Over on the next block, cause there's Repo's to dodge
I slip out the back door Lord, I never thought Id live to see this day
Where gonna need that truck when they come to take the house away
You know I love my country and I'm not one to complain
But there's a lot of us that feel like we've been left out here
Out in the rain
I payed my bills, I payed my dues
I payed my share of taxes too
Now I cant buy my little baby shoes
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FORGED BY FIRE ....Daryl Burgess/Ron Hellard
it was hard for him to get out of bed
when the phone rang, sleep-eyed she said
Charlie's drunk again
why don't you just let it ring
through the years he'd alaways picked it up
for the guy who came back and saved his butt
what they have in common is a brotherhood
so few could understand
chorus
they were forged by fire
hard times you get beyond
gives you an unbreakable bond
forged by fire
when you pray to god, bet the odds
and walk through hell together
you're forever
forged by fire
the young GI said from his V A bed
why you wanna hang out with us broken men
when you could be spending your time with your family and friends
he told him son, you're family too
i see myself when i look at you
in a place and time you don't forget
and even tho we've just met
we're chorus
he said goodbye GI see you next week
then he rolled himself out to the street
it was pretty hard for him to get his van
and throw the wheelchair in the back
he was headed home ready to unwind
Charlie called can you help me one more time
he said Chuck, I'll be there on the double
for a brother, it's no trouble
chorus
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Somewhere in the cradle of the deep south
Magnolias sway in the breeze
To the lonesome sound of a Red Boned Hound;
Howlin' at the moon and the trees.
There's a sad eyed boy, with his guitar;
Cuttin' his teeth on the blues.
Wishin' on a falling star, at 127 Rose Avenue
The distant moan of a midnight train,
comes blowin' through the night.
He dips his pen in tears and pain;
And he begins to write.
Bout a whippoorwill too blue to fly,
and the Indian he once knew.
Bout lost highways, and purple skies;
at 127 Rose Avenue.
~CHORUS~
Caretaker said as he shook his head,
"Son to you believe in Ghosts?
For a five dollar bill you can feel the chill
that he felt long ago."
So a I bought me a ticket at the front door;
guess who was there inside.
I felt his presence through the whole tour,
God I swear, he was alive.
I saw the train, I felt the pain,
I heard him moanin' the blues.
Twenty-nine years of memories;
At 127 Rose Avenue.
~CHORUS~
Another side eyed boy with his guitar,
Cuttin' his teeth on the blues.
Here I am wishin' on a falling star,
At 127 Rose Avenue
Outtake:
It ain't in Nashville....
It's not in Montgomery....
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He lived right across the street
It was on the news for the world to see
They caught with his hands on a neighbors child
Now he said he never done it before
As he cried before the judge in court
So they put him away for a just a little while
Morning found him in his cell
Somebody sent him straight to hell
Down on his knees begging for his life
Sounds like justice to me
Mom and pops had a corner store
It had been there 30 years or more
And it had been robbed about a hundred times
Punk walked in like he owned the place
Said, give me the money as he slapped his face
He didn't know pops had a .45
Dude never made it to the door
Pops said, I learned in the Army
How to point and squeeze
And it sounds like justice to me
Sounds like justice, justice, justice
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I went down to the river to watch the fish swim by
But I got to the river so lonesome I wanted to die, oh Lord
And then I jumped in the river, but the doggone river was dry
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
I had me a woman who couldn't be true
She made me for my money and she made me blue
A man needs a woman that he can lean on
But my leanin' post is done left and gone
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
I'm gonna find me a river, one that's cold as ice
And when I find me that river, Lord I'm gonna pay the price, oh Lord
I'm goin' down in it three times, but Lord I'm only comin' up twice
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
She told me on Sunday she was checkin' me out
Long about Monday she was nowhere about
And here it is Tuesday, ain't had no news
I got them gone but not forgotten blues
She's long gone, and now I'm lonesome blue
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I want to live on Gulf Shore Road
And lighten up my heavy load
Make all my blues go away
Lookin' across Pelican Bay
I want to live on fresh seafood
And never be in a bad mood
I want to dance with you real slow
On Moonlight Beach on Gulf Shore Road
Not enough time now in the day
For people to ever find their way
Back to their heart and their homes
We're too busy talking on the phone
My little girl just wants to play
In the sand and in the waves
And that's all we're gonna do you know
Life is good on Gulf Shore Road
Wish everyone could come on down
Jump in the water and mellow out
Don't even think about the news
Just bring shorts and tennis shoes
Catch the fish and drink the wine
Stay here until it comes a time
For me to pass away and go
Lord let it be like Gulf Shore Road
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