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Waylon Jennings Album



2003
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It's Not Suppose to Be That Way
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Oh rainy day woman
I've never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine
You have been a friend of mine,rainy day woman

That woman of mine she ain't happy
Unless she finds something wrong and has someone to blame
If it ain't one thing it's another one on the way

Oh rainy day woman
I've never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine
You have been a friend of mine,rainy day woman

I woke up this morning to the sunshine
It sure as hell looks just like rain
I know where to go on a cloudy day

Chorus(x2).

. . .


(Kris Kristofferson - Shel Silverstein)

He's a giver, he'll give her the kind
Of attention that she's never known
He's a helper, he'll help her to open
The doors that she can't on her own.

He's a lover and he'll love her in ways
That she's never been loved before
He's a getter, he'll get her by gettin' her
Into the world she's been hungerin' for.

He's a charmer, he'll charm her with money
And manners that I never learned
He's a leader, he'll lead her across
Pretty bridges he's plannin' to burn.

He's a talker, he'll talk her right off of her feet
But he won't talk for long
'Cause he's a doer, and he'll do her the way
That I'd never, damned if he won't do her wrong.

He's a taker, he'll take her to places
And make her fly higher than she's ever dared to
He'll take his time before takin' advantage
Takin' her easy and slow.

And after he's taken the body and soul
She gives him he'll take her for granted
Take off and leave her taken all of her
Pride when he goes.

He's a taker, he'll take her to places
And make her fly higher than she's ever dared to
He'll take his time before takin' advantage
Takin' her easy and slow...

. . .


The only two things in life
That make it worth livin'
Is guitars to tune good
And firm feelin' women

I don't need my name in the marquis lights
I got my song and I got you with me tonight
Maybe it's time we got back to the basics of love

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin'
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys

Between Hank Williams pain songs
And Newbury's train songs
And blue eyes cryin' in the rain
Out in Luckenbach, Texas
Ain't nobody feelin' no pain

So baby let's sell your diamond ring
Buy some boots and faded jeans and go away
This coat and tie is choking me
In your high society you cry all day

We've been so busy
Keepin' up with the Jones
Four car garage and we're still building on
Maybe it's time we got
Back to the basics of love

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Waylon and Willie and the boys
This successful life we're livin'
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys

Between Hank Williams pain songs
And Newbury's train songs
And blue eyes cryin' in the rain
Out in Luckenbach, Texas
Ain't nobody feelin' no pain

Let's go to Luckenbach, Texas
With Willie and Waylon and the boys
This successful life we're livin'
Got us feuding like the Hatfields and McCoys

Between Hank Williams pain songs
And Jerry Jeff's train songs
And blue eyes cryin' in the rain
Out in Luckenbach, Texas
There ain't nobody feelin' no pain

. . .


Just'a good ol' boys
Never meanin' no harm.
Beats all you never saw
Been in trouble with the law
Since the day they was born

Staightnin' the curves
Flatnin the hills
Someday the mountain might get 'em
But the law never will

Makin' their way
The only way they know how
That's just a little bit more
Than the law will allow.

Makin' their way
The only way they know how
That's just a little bit more
Than the law will allow.

I'm a good ol' boy
You know my momma loves me
But she don't undestand
They keep a showin my hands and not my face on Stage

. . .


(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...

. . .


If you're in a valley,with a troubled mind
I'm a mountain,come on and climb
Because you look so good,to be so down
It won't take much girl,to turn it all around

Chorus:
Come with me,come with me
The feeling's free,just come with me
Will get on a cloud girl,and ride it high
Say hello sun,as we sail bye

I'll take you where,you've never been before
Once we're there,you'll cry for more
If it's dark in your world,come walk in mine
My love's a light babe,it's on all the time

Chorus (x2).

. . .


Slippin' and a slidin' playin' Dominos leftin' and a rightin' ain't a crime you know
Well I gotta tell the story before it's time to go
Are you ready for the country are you ready for me
Are you ready for the country ain't that a sight to see
( steel + guitar )
Talkin' to a preacher said God was on his side
Talkin' to a butcher they both were sellin' hides
Well I gotta tell the story boys I don't know the reason why
Are you ready for the country...
( steel + guitar )
Are you ready for the country...

. . .


(Lee Clayton)

Bessie was a lovely child from west Tennessee
Leroy was an outlaw wild as a mink
One day she saw him starin' and it chilled her to the bone
And she knew she had to see that look on a child of her own.

'Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.

Linda was a lady blonde and built to last
Benny was a no good guitar picker runnin' from his past
She heard all of his songs tellin' nothin' but bad news
But she made her mind up to try to get him win or lose.

Ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.

Jessi like the Cadillacs and diamonds on her hands
Waymore had a reputation as a ladie's man
Late one night a light of love finally gave a sign
Jessi parked her Cadillac and took her place in line.

'Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.

Ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul...

. . .


(Willie Nelson)

Pretend I never happened
Erase me from your mind
You will not want to remember
Any love as cold as mine.

I'll be leavin' in the mornin'
For a place I hope I find
All the place must be better
Than the ones I leave behind.

I don't suppose you'll be unhappy
You'll find ways to spend your time
But if you ever think about me
If I ever cross your mind.

Just pretend I never happened
Erase me from your mind, girl
You will not want to remember
Any love as cold as mine.

--- Instrumental ---

I don't suppose you'll be unhappy
You'll find ways to spend your time
But if you ever think about me
If I ever cross your mind.

Just pretend I never happened
Erase me from your mind, girl
You will not want to remember
Any love as cold as mine...

. . .


(Mack Vickery - Sammi Smith - Charlie Cobble)

I got a gal in Cedartown Georgia
I used to have to walk nearly three miles to court her
She never had much, just a sharecropper's daughter
But I married her and took her down to New Orleans.
Bought a little house in the South French Quarter

Got a job hookin' bales, loadin' them on a steamboat
I give her seven days pay next day I'm broke
When she ain't a sleepin' all day she's a primpin'.
Every evenin' when the sun goes down
She starts a swarmin' on Orleans town

Walkin' into work this mornin' at daybreak
I caught her with the tall long dandy from canebreak.
She walked right by me and she looked right through me.
I made up my mind what I'm a gonna do
Eased in the pawnshop and bought a 22.

Watched as the roomclerk gave them a room key
Standin' outside I could read Room 23.
Tonight I'll put her on a train for Georgia
Gonna be a lotta kin folks squallin' and a grieving
'Cause that Cedartown gal ain't breathing...

. . .

It's Not Suppose to Be That Way

[No lyrics]

. . .


Some have said, down through history
If you last it's a mystery
But I guess they don't know, what they're talking about
From the mountains down to the sea
You've become such a habit with me
America, Amer-ica

Well I come from, down around Tennesee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, Amer-ica
It don't matter where I may roam
Tell you people that it's home sweet home
America, Amer-ica

Chorus:
And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America

And the men, who fell on the plains
And lived, through hardship and pain
America, Amer-ica
And the men who could not fight
In a war that didn't seem right
You let them come home, America

And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America

Well I come from, down around Tennesee
But the people in California
Are nice to me, Amer-ica
It don't matter where I may roam

And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America

Tell you people that it's home sweet home
America, Amer-ica
America, Amer-ica

And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too
And the red man is right, to expect a little from you
Promise and then follow through, America

It's home sweet home, Amer-ica
America, Amer-ica

. . .


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