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Waylon Jennings Album



1975
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The Door Is Always Open
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It's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar
Where do we take it from here
Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars
We've been the same way for years
We need to change

Somebody told me when I got to Nashville
Son you finally got it made
Old Hank made it here, we're all sure that you will
But I don't think Hank done it this way
I don't think Hank done it this way

Ten years down the road, making one night stands
Speeding my young life away
Tell me one more time just so I understand
Are you sure Hank done it this way
Did Ol' Hank really do it this way?

I've seen the world with a five piece band
Looking at the back side of me
Singing my songs and one of his now and then
But I don't think Hank done 'em this a'way
No I don't think Hank done 'em this a'way

Take it home

. . .


(Waylon Jennings - Curtis Buck)

Well, I woke up this mornin' it was drizzlin' rain
Around the curve come a passanger train
Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan
Jimmy he's dead, he's been a long time gone.
Been a long time gone, a long time gone.

If you wanna get to heaven, gotta D-I-E
you gotta put on your coat and T-I-E
Wanna get the rabbit out of the L-O-G
You gotta make a cold motion like D-O-G
Like D-O-G, like D-O-G, yeah.

--- Instrumental ---

Well, I got a good woman, what's the matter with me?
What makes me wanna love every woman I see?
I was tri'fling when I met her now I'm tri'fling again
And every woman she sees looks like the place I came in.
Looks like the place I came in place I came in.

I got my name painted on my shirt
I ain't no ordinary dude
I don't have to work
I don't have to work...

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Silver coins that jingle jangle fancy shoes that dance in time
Oh the secrets of her dark eyes they did sing a gypsy rhyme
Yellow clover in tangled blossoms in a meadow silky green
Where she held me to her bosom, lord, just a boy of seventeen
I recall a gypsy woman silver spangles in her eyes
Ivory skin against the moonlight and the taste of life's sweet wine
( harmonica )
Soft breezes blow from fragrant meadows stir the darkness in my mind
Oh gentle woman you sleep beside me and little know who haunts my mind
Gypsy lady I hear your laughter and it dances in my head
While my tender wife and babies slumber softly in their bed
I recall a gypsy woman...

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(Billy Ray Reynolds)

Well, I'm sick and tired of wakin' up sick and tired
As of today there's gonna be some changes made
Well you might as well keep your feet on the ground
Cause I won't stand still for your movin' around.

It's high time you quit your lowdown ways
Anything to the talk I hear over town
Is it really true girl that
You go on the deck up and down.

Now the word as well as I can recall
Everywhere you've been
you've been the belle of the ball
It's high time you quit your lowdown ways.

--- Instrumental ---

I remember one time now way back down on the farm
My daddy had a dominiker hen but she wouldn't stay home
Well, now she could fly higher than a jet airplane
But not after daddy clipped her little ol' wings
It's high time you quit your lowdown ways.

--- Instrumental to fade ---

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I've been a fool I've been a fool
Forgivin' you each time that you've done me wrong
I've been a long time leavin' but I'll be a long time gone

Loved you so much I loved you so much
I stayed around when I should've moved along
I've been a long time leaving but I'll be a long time gone
Hello highline hello highway here come a big ole semi my way
I stick up my thumb hear the truck come trees goin' by lookin' like a fly
On my big legs are my Levi's hup hup hup hup
I've been a fool...
( harmonica )
Hello highline hello highway...

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(Jack Clement)

Cowboys, they are ladies men all right
They'll love 'em up and talk 'em up all night
But they're lonely when there's nothing else to do
And that's what makes the cowboys sing the blues.

He does a little Shakespeare and he sings
He plays the mandolin and other things
He looks for love beauty and IQ
And that's what makes the cowboy sing the blues.

Cowboys have to fall in love, get hurt and all that bit
Let their hearts hang out so they can write you all a hit
So ladies if they ask, you don't refuse
Let's all help the cowboys sing the blues.

--- Instrumental ---

Cowboys they don't ever understand
This thing between a woman and a man
Until they find the one they always lose
That's what makes the cowboys sing the blues.

A cowboy takes his lonely pen in hand
And tries to make somebody understand
But she has ears to hear a different tune
And that's what makes the cowboy sing the blues.

Cowboys have to fall in love, get hurt and all that bit
Let their hearts hang out so they can write you all a hit
So ladies if they ask, you don't refuse
Let's all help the cowboys sing the blues.

Let's all help the cowboys sing the blues...

. . .

The Door Is Always Open

[No lyrics]

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Darling let's turn back my years and go back to yesterday
Let's pretend that time has stopped and I didn't go away

We had our love to make us happy it wasn't meant to bring us tears
Love like ours should never die so darling let's turn back the years
( steel )
We had our love...
Darling let's turn back my years...
Darling let's turn back my years...

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(Autry Inman)

Everybody that I see
Says she's looking good
There's no doubt about it
She's looking good.

There's just one thing that worries me
It happened this way before
She's looking good and I'm afraid
She'll find what she's looking for.

--- Instrumental ---

There was a time her love was mine
And I was her whole world
But from time to time she changed her mind
Then she's a different girl.

She'll paint her face and comb her hair
A picture that I adore
And I die each time so afraid she'll find
What she's looking for.

Mhm, she's looking good.
Mhm, she's looking good...

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I hope that I won't be that wrong anymore maybe I've learned this time
I hope that I find what I'm reaching for the way it is in my mind
Some day I'll get over you I'll live to see it all through
But I'll always miss dreaming my dreams with you

But I won't let it change not if I can I'd rather believe in love
And give it away as much as I can to those that I'm fondest of
Some day I'll get over you...
Some day I'll get over you...

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Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home
Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone
I grew up on music that we called western swing
It don't matter who's in Austin,Bob Wills is still the king

Lord i can still remember,the way things were back then
In spite of all the hard times,i'd live it all again
To hear the Texas playboys and Tommy Duncan sing
Makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the king

You can hear the Grand Ol' Opry in Nashville Tennessee
It's the home of country music,on that we all agree
But when you cross that ol' Red River hoss that just don't mean a thing
Cause' once you're down in Texas,Bob Wills is still the king

Well if you ain't never been there then i guess you ain't been told
That you just can't live in Texas unless you got a lot of soul
It's the home of Willie Nelson,the home of western swing
He'll be the first to tell you,Bob Wills is still the king

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