Waylon Jennings Album

(Jimmie Rodgers)

Yeah, T for Texas, T for Tennessee
I said T for Texas, T for Tennessee
T for that no good woman, no good gal
That made a wreck out of me, Lord.

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I'd rather drink myself muddy water
Sleep all night in a hollow log
I'd rather drink a muddy water
Sleep all night in a hollow log
Than to hang around now and be put down
And treated like a dirty dog.

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If you don't want me woman
Just say so that's all
If you don't want me woman
all you gotta do is come around and say so that's all
Cause I can get myself more women
Than a passanger train can haul.

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T for Texas, T for Tennessee
I said T for Texas, T for Tennessee
T for Thelma, no good gal
That made a wreck of me.

(Come hear me yodel)...

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).

Lord it's been rough and rocky travelin' but I'm finally standing upright on the ground
After taking several readings I'm surprised to find my mind's still fairly sound
I thought Nashville was the roughest but I guess I've said the same about them all
Upon hell of an education in the cities of this nation me and Tompaul
I got busted in Laredo for reasons that I'd rather not disclose
If you're stayin' in a motel there and leave there don't leave nothin' in your clothes
At the airport in Milwaukee they refused to let us board the plane at all
They said we looked suspicious but I think they like to pick on me and Paul
( guitar )
On a package show in Buffalo with us and Kitty Wells and Charlie Pride
The show was long and I just hung around
And I'd come there to pick not for the ride
We drunk a lot of whiskey so I ain't sure we went on that night at all
I don't think they even missed us I guess Buffalo ain't geared for me and Tompaul
( guitar )

(Rex Griffin)

Why do you treat me as if I were only a friend
What have I done that has made you so distant and cold
Sometimes I wonder if you'll be contented again
Will you be happy when you are withered and old.

I can't offer you diamonds or mansions so fine
And I can't offer you clothes your young body crave
But if you'd love me and say that you'll always be mine
Think of the heartaches the tears and the sorrow, you'll save honey.

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When you are weary and tired of another man's gold
If you ever get lonesome remember this letter my own
But don't try to answer though I've suffered sorrow untold
If you don't love me I wish you would leave me alone...

I've been down the Mississippi,
Down through New Orleans,
Yes, I have.
I've played in California,
There ain't too much I haven't seen.
No, there ain't.
Well, I'm a ramblin' man,
Don't fool around with a ramblin' man.
Left a girl in West Virginia,
Up there where that green grass grows,
Yes, I did.
Another girl in Cincinnati,
Waitin' where the Ohio River flows,
Poor girl!
I'm a ramblin' man,
Don't give your heart to a ramblin' man.

You'd better move away,
You're standin' too close to the flame.
Once I mess with your mind,
Your little heart won't beat the same.
Lord, I'm a ramblin' man,
Don't mess around with any ol' ramblin' man.
Better not!

Well, up in Chicago,
I was known as "Quite a Boy,"
Yes, I was!
Down in Alabama,
They call me "The man of joy,"
Still do!
Well, I'm a ramblin' man,
Don't fall in love with a ramblin' man.

You'd better move away,
You're standin' too close to the flame.
Once I mess with your mind,
Your little heart won't beat the same.
Lord, I'm a ramblin' man,
Don't mess around with any ol' ramblin' man.

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

Some people are saying that time will take care of people like me
That I'm living too fast and they say I can't last much longer
But little they see that their thoughts of me is my saviour
And little they know I might live forever
So pick up the tempo just a little and take it on home
The singer ain't singin' and the drummer's been draggin' too long
Time'll take care of itself so just leave time alone
And pick up the tempo just a little and take it on home

I'm wild and I'm mean I'm creatin' a scene I'm goin' crazy
I'm good and I'm bad and I'm happy and sad and I'm lazy
I'm quiet and I'm loud and I'm gatherin' a crowd and I like gravy
About half off the wall but I learned it all in the Navy
So pick up the tempo...
Yeah pick up the tempo just a little and take it on home

She's a good-hearted woman in love with a good-timin' man
She loves him in spite of his wicked ways
She don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter,
They'll pass through this world hand in hand,
She's a good-hearted woman loving a good-timin' man.

Well, a long time forgotten
Dreams have just fell by the way
And the good life he promised
Ain't what she's living today
But she never complains of the bad times
Or bad things he's done
She just talks about the good times they've had
And all the good times to come.

She's a good-hearted woman in love with a good-timin' man
She loves him in spite of his wicked ways
She don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter,
They'll pass through this world hand in hand,
She's a good-hearted woman loving a good-timin' man.

He likes the bright light, the nite life
And good-timin' friends
When the party's all over
She'll welcome him back home again
She don't understand him,
But she does the best that she can
This good-hearted woman
Lovin' a good-timin' man.

She's a good-hearted woman in love with a good-timin' man
She loves me in spite of my wicked ways
She don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter,
They'll pass through this world hand in hand,
She's a good-hearted woman loving a good-timin' man.
She's a good-hearted woman loving a good-timin' man.

(Alan Price - arr. Waylon Jennings)

There is a house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising sun
It's been the ruin of many poor boys and me
Oh God, I'm one.

My mother was a taylor
She sowed these old blue jeans
My father was a gambler
Lord, down in New Orleans.

Go tell my baby sister
Not to do the the things I've done
Outshine that house down in New Orleans
They call the Rising sun.

There is a house down in New Orleans
they call the Rising sun
It's been the ruin of many poor boys and me
Oh God, I'm one...

Busted flat in Baton Rouge headed for the trains feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained took us all the way to New Orleans
I took my har'poon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With them windshield whipers slappin' time
And Bobby clappin' hands we finally sang up ever song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free
Feeling good was easy Lord when Bobby sang the blues
Feeling it was good enough for me good enough for me and Bobby McGee
( guitar )
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me Lord through everything I done
Every night she'd keep me from the cold
Somewhere near Salinas Lord Bobby slipped away
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find
I'd trade all of my tomorrows for just one yesterday holding her body close to mine
Freedom's just another word...
( guitar - steel - harmonica - guitar )

(Waylon Jennings)

This time if you want me to come back it's up to you
But remember I won't allow the things you used to do
You're gonna have to toe the mark and walk the line
This time will be the last time.

This time if I should feel unwanted I won't stay
Each tomorrow will depend on the love you give today
It's all up to you but keep in mind
This time will be the last time.

If this time should be anything like the other times
This time will be the last time.

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If this time should be anything like the other times
This time will be the last time.

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