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I've got a good woman at home who thinks I do no wrong,
But sometimes, Lord, she just ain't always around.
And ya know that's when I fall and I can't help myself at all.
And I get whiskey bent and hell bound.
Play me some songs about a ramblin' man,
Put a cold one in my hand.
'Cause you know I love to hear those guitar sounds.
Don't ya play 'I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry'
'Cause I get all balled up inside.
And I'll get whiskey bent and hell bound.
Sure enough about closing time, 'bout stoned out of my mind.
And I end up with some honky tonk special I found.
Just as sure as the morning sun comes,
Thinkin' of my sweet girl at home.
And I need to get whiskey bent and hell bound.
Play me the songs about a ramblin' man,
Put old Jim Beam in my hand.
'Cause ya know I still love to get drunk and hear country sounds.
But don't play 'Your Cheatin' Heart'
'Cause that'll tear me all apart.
I get whiskey bent and hell bound.
Yeah, old Hank songs always make me feel down.
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She works in a bank and she works in a store.
And she don't go for that old stuff anymore.
She likes to get high and listen to the band.
She likes to make love to her kind of man.
These outlaw women,
First of their kind.
Outlaw women,
They got here right on time.
Outlaw women,
Don't need any guns.
Outlaw women,
Just out for fun.
In many ways she's a lot like me.
She don't give a damn 'bout society.
Might be little rich girl, she might be poor.
Might be a married woman that needs a little more.
Yeah.
She's an outlaw woman,
First of her kind.
These outlaw women,
Ridin' high in seventy-nine.
These outlaw women,
Don't need any guns.
These outlaw women,
Just out for fun.
Some call her a lady some call her other names.
But you wont ever call her that around me and my gang.
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There's been some things that I've wanted to say a long time.
Never have I spent a day without you on my mind.
And I've tried a lot of songs and I need to try one that's new.
But I don't have anymore love songs to try on you.
We just can't ever get it together it seems.
You'r arm's don't hold me the way that they do in my dreams.
And it's hard to make up things that you never do.
And I don't have anymore love songs to make up about you.
I don't have anymore love songs to write for you.
Too many I wrote before have never come true.
And it's hard to make up lines for things you don't do.
And I don't have anymore love songs to sing for you.
And it's hard to make up things that you never do.
And I don't have anymore love songs to sing for you.
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I like to play good music and have good time
I love to hear old trains rolling down the line
I am into happy and I don't like sad and I like to have women I never had
I take a little smoke and a lot of wine I get high on all old friends of mine
I like the sweet young things and Old Grandad and I like to have women I've never had
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I like to ride my hoses and shoot my gun you know a cowboy's work is just never done
I am in to bacics and I don't like sad and I like to have women I never had
Hey I don't mean to ever do nobody no wrong
I was just born the son of a singing song
I do things to make people mad and I like women I never had
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We started the tour out in Denver Colorado
I made the first one but I did not make the second show
Cause I met this girl there that brought about quite a big change
But I OD'd in Denver and I just can't remember her name
I guess you could say that my love life would not up to part
Too many nights alone had left some permanence scars
She told me she'd love me and I told her I'd do the same
Then I OD'd in Denver and I just can't remember her name
I brought it on myself and I guess that I shouldn't complain
Doc said son you can't do anymore of that cocaine
But she made me higher than all of those expensive things
But I OD'd in Denver and wish I could remember her name
I turned to other things tryin' to make my daydreams real
But they don't take the place of the woman's face and her feels
She treated me nice and I like to find her again
But I OD'd in Denver and I just can't remember her name
I brought it on myself...
Kinda overdid it in Denver and I just can't remember her name
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People say you're no good I couldn't cut to loose babe if I could
Well I seen this thing down on the ground
Baby I'm too far gone to start turnin' around
Well if only you make up your mind
Take me where you go or just leave me here to pine
Lord you got those come and go blues woman you got those come and go blues
Got me feeling like a fool just like a fool
Round and round round to go
Don't ask me why I stay here cause I do know
Maybe I'm a fool to care baby without your sweet love I would be nowhere
Here I'll stay lost in your will until that day I find someone else
But I don't know just when that will be
I don't know I can't say and I can't see
Lord you got those come and go blues woman you got those come and go blues
Got me feeling like a fool just like a fool
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The old Nashville cowboy was burdened with time
He was bent by his years and the fight with the wine
With a head full of music and an old nursery rhyme
A heart full of sadness and dark sunken nights
He told me they've cheated he told me they stole
The strength from his youth and the songs from his soul
He said he raised family till he got too old
And he called them miners mother Lord finders
Digging so deep in search of more gold
Oh where are the cowboys and the home on the range
Does anyone know that they've killed Jesse James
Now the good guys on TV seem bad ain't it strange
And the old Nashville cowboys missed out on the change
The old cowboy's life now is gone with the past
Like whiskey he drank it all went out too fast
He didn't know how to make each swallow last
And a head waitress won't be back to fill up his glass
Oh where are the cowboys and the home on the range
Does anyone know that they've killed Jesse James
Is anyone listening or is everyone blind
And old Nashville cowboys will sing for a dime
And hard times are cheap at the end of the line
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(Waylon):
Hank, Lets talk bout your daddy.
Tell me how your mama loved that man.
(Hank)
Just break out the bottle hoss,
I'll tell ya bout the driftin cowboy band.
We won't talk about the habits.
(Both)
Just the music and the man.
Thats all.
(Waylon)
Now Hank, you just gotta tell me,
Did your daddy really write all them songs?
Did he?
(Hank)
That don't deserve no answer hoss,
Let's light up and just move along.
(Waylon)
Do you think he wrote 'em about your mama,
And about the man who done her wrong?
You know that.
(Both)
Yeah, back then they called him crazy,
Nowadays they call him a saint.
Now the ones who called him crazy,
Are still ridin' on his name.
(Waylon)
Well if he was here right now Bocephus,
Would he think that we were right?
Do you think he might?
(Hank)
Don't you know he would walk tall sir,
Be right here by our side.
(Waylon)
If we left for a show in Provo,
(Both)
He'd be the first one on the bus
And ready to ride.
Last one to go, hoss.
(Waylon)
Wherever he is I hope he's happy,
Oh, I hope he's doin well.
(Hank)
He is, 'cause he's got one arm around my mama now,
And he sure did love Miss Audrey and raisin' hell.
(Waylon)
I won't ask you no more questions
(Both)
To the stories only Hank can tell.
Back then they called him crazy,
Nowadays they call him a saint.
Most folks don't know that they fired him from the opry,
And that caused his greatest pain.
(Hank)
I'd love to tell you about lovesick
And how Miss Audrey loved that man.
(Waylon)
You know I've always loved to listen,
To the stories about that driftin' cowboy band.
That man.
(Hank)
You know, When we get right down to it,
He's still the most wanted outlaw in the land.
(Both)
Yeah!
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