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Listen to the rain a falling can't you hear that lonesome sound
Oh my poor old heart is breaking cause my sweet love ain't around
[ piano - guitar ]
Lord I think I'll start to ramble got to leave this weary town
This old place is way to lonely cause my sweet love ain't around
[ harmonica - steel ]
On that train tonight I'm leaving and don't ask me where I'm bound
I can't stay here any longer cause my sweet love ain't around
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I'll take you to the picture show and babe I'll hold your hand
I'll sit up in your parlor let you cool me with your fan
I'll listen to your troubles and pet you when you cry
But get that marryin' out of your head I'll be a bachelor till I die
[ piano - guitar ]
I done my honky tonkin' round and had a lot of fun
But somehow I can't understand how one and one makes one
I like to cuddle near you and listen to you lie
But get that marryin' out of your head I'll be a bachelor till I die
[ harmonica ]
Now if you want a help mate you're just wasting lots of time
Cause I'm afraid of church bells how they scare me when they chime
I've seen those married people just up and say goodbye
So keep that marryin' out of your head I'll be a bachelor till I die
[ steel ]
This freedom's mighty precious in this land of liberty
I've seen what matrimony done to better men than me
I don't mind keepin' comp'ny with the apple of my eye
But keep that marryin' out of your head I'll be a bachelor till I die
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INTRO:
You're Window Shoppin'
Just Window Shoppin'
You're only lookin' a-round
You're not buyin'
You're just tryin'
To find the best deal in town.
You give away your kisses
But you never give your heart
To anyone who's fool enough to fall ...
You don't feel love
You don't want real love
You're Window Shoppin' that's all.
Repeat both verses.
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Yea! My Bucket's Got A Hole In It
Yea! My Bucket's Got A Hole In It
Yea! My Bucket's Got A Hole In It
I can't buy no beer.
Well I'm standin' on a corner - With a bucket in my hand
I'm waitin' for a woman - That ain't got no man.
CHORUS
'Cause My Bucket's Got A Hole In It
Yea! My Bucket's Got A Hole In It
Yea! My Bucket's Got A Hole In It
I can't buy no beer.
Well, I went upon the mountain - I looked down in the sea
I seen the crabs and the fishes - Doin' the be-bop- bee.
CHORUS
Well, there ain't no use - of me workin' so hard
When I got a woman - in the boss man's yard.
CHORUS
Extra verse.
Well, me and my baby - we just bought a Ford
And now we sit together - on the running board.
CHORUS
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CAPO: 2nd Fret/KEY: E/PLAY: D
Today I passed you on the street
And my heart fell at your feet
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You
Somebody else stood by your side
And he looked so satis-fied
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You. ...
A picture from the past came slowly stealing
As I brushed your arm and walked so close to you ...
Then suddenly I got that old time feeling
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You.
It's hard to know another's lips will kiss you
And hold you just the way I used to do
Oh, heaven only knows how much I miss you
I Can't Help It If I'm Still In Love With You.
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I know there's never been a man in the awful shape I'm in
I can't even spell my name my head's in such a spin
Today I tried to eat a steak with a big old table spoon
You got me chasin' rabbits walkin' on my hands and howlin' on the moon
Well Sug I took one look at you and it almost drove me mad
And then I even want and lost what little sense I had
Now I can't tell the day from night I'm crazy as a loon
You got me chasin' rabbits pullin' out my hair and howlin' at the moon
[ steel ]
Some friends of mine asked me to go out on a huntin' spree
Cause there ain't a hounddog in this state that can hold a light to me
I ate three bones for dinner today I tried to tree a coon
You got me chasin' rabbits I'm cratchin' fleas and howlin' at the moon
[ piano - guitar ]
I rode my horse to town today and a gaspump we did pass
I pulled him up and I hollered whoa and I said fill him up with gas
The man picked up a monkey wrench and wham he changed my tune
You got me chasin' rabbitts spittin' out teeth and howlin' at the moon
I never thought in this old world a fool could fall so hard
But honey baby when I fell the whole world must have jarred
I think I'd quit my doggish ways if I'd take me for your goom
You got me chasin' rabbitts pickin' out rings and howlin' at the moon
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Tonight my head is bowed in sorrow I can't keep the tears from my eyes
My son calls another man daddy the right to his love I've been denied
My son calls another man daddy he'll never know my name nor my face
God only knows how it hurts me for another to be in my place
Each night I lay there in prison I pictured a future so bright
For he was the one ray of sunshine that shone through the darkness of night
Today his mother shares a new love she just couldn't stand my disgrace
My son calls another man daddy and longs for a love he can't replace
My son calls another man daddy...
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When my baby moved out and the blues moved in
There wasn't nothin' I could do
But mosey around with my head in my hands
Lord what am I comin' to
I just keep Moanin'
Moa-oanin' the blues. ...
I wrote a nice, long letter
Sayin' mama please come home
Your dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some
And all I do is moan ...
I been lovin' that gal for so doggone long
I can't afford to lose her now
I thought I was right but I must of been wrong
'Cause my head is startin' to bow
And now I'm Moanin'
Moa-oanin' The Blues.
If you want a good gal to stay around
You gotta treat her nice and kind
If you do her wrong she'll leave this tonw
And you'll almost lose your mlind
Then you'll moanin'; Moa-oanin' The Blues.
Aw! baby, baby, baby
Honey baby, please come home
Your dad-ad-dy is lon-one-some and all I do is moan
I promise you baby that I'll be good
And I'll never be bad no more
I'm sittin' here waitin' for you right now
To walk through that front door
Then I'll stop moanin'; Moa-oanin' The Blues.
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Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.
He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."
CHORUS:
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss.
Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed.
Is it any wonder that his face is red?
Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head.
He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk.
The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk.
Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign,
Because his heart was made of knotty pine.
Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere.
His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair.
Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show,
So she could never answer "yes" or "no."
And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid,
And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed.
Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be,
And wishes he was still an old pine tree.
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If you're lovin' me like I'm lovin' you baby we're really in love
If you're happy with me like I'm happy with you old Cupid just gave us a shove
If you're thinkin' of me like I'm thinkin' of you then I know what you're thinkin' of
If you're lovin' me like I'm lovin' you baby we're really in love
I run around in circles and turn in fire alarms
I'm nuty as fruitbake when you're not in my arms
If you're meant for me like I'm meant for you baby we fit like a glove
If you're lovin' me like I'm lovin' you baby we're really in love
[ piano - guitar ]
If you're lovin' me like I'm lovin' you baby we're really in love
If you're countin' on me like I'm countin' on you old Cupid just gave us a shove
If you're dreamin' of me like I'm dreamin' of you
Then I know what you're dreamin' of
If you're lovin' me like I'm lovin' you baby we're really in love
My folks think I've gone crazy and I don't feel too sure
And yet there's nothin' wrong with me that weddin' bells won't cure
If you go for me like I go for you baby we fit like a glove
If you're lovin' me like I'm lovin' you baby we're really in love
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What's the use to deny we've been living a lie that we should have admited before
We were just victims of a half hearted love so why should we try anymore
The vows that we make are only to break we drift like a wave from the shore
The kisses we steal we know are not real so why should we try anymore
[ strings - piano ]
The dreams that we knew can never come true they're gone to return no more
False love like ours fades with the flowers so why should we try anymore
Our story so old again has been told on the past let's close the door
And smile don't regret but live and forget there's no use to try anymore
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Recorded by Hank Williams
Written by Hank Williams and Fred Rose
Capo: 1st Fret Key: F# Play: F
Now you're [F] lookin' at a man that's gettin' kind-a mad
I had lot's of luck but it's all been bad
No [C7] matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world a-[F] live.
My fishin' pole's broke the creek is full of sand
My woman run away with another man
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive.
A [Bb] distant uncle passed away [Bb7] and [F] left me quite a batch [F7]
And [Bb] I was livin'g high until that fatal [Bb7] day
A lawyer [C7] proved I wasn't born
I was only hatched.---[F]
Ev'rything's agin' me and it's got me down
If I jumped in the river I would prob'ly drown
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive.
These shabby shoes I'm wearin' all the time
Are full of holes and nails
And brother if I stepped on a worn out dime
I bet a nickel I could tell you if it was heads or tails.
I'm not gonna worry wrinkles in my brow
'Cause nothin's ever gonna be alright nohow
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive.
(ADDITIONAL VERSES)
I could buy a Sunday suit and it would leave me broke
If it had two pair of pants I would burn the coat
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive.
If it was rainin' gold I wouldn't stand a chance
I wouldn't have a pocket in my patched up pants
No matter how I struggle and strive
I'll never get out of this world alive.
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