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Nobody saw them running
From 16th Avenue They never found the fingerprints Or the weapon that was used But someone killed country music Cut out its heart and soul They got away with murder Down on music row The almight dollar And the lust for worldwide fame Slowly killed tradition And for that, someone shouldhang ("Ahh, you tell 'em Alan") They all say "Not Guilty!" But the evidence will show That murder was committed Down on music row For the steel guitars no longer cry And the fiddles barely play But drums and rock 'n' roll guitars Are mixed up in your face Ol' Hank wouldn't have a chance On today's radio Since they committed murder Down on music row They thought no one would miss it Once it was dead and gone They said no one would buy them ol' Drinkin' and cheatin' songs ("Oh, but I still buy 'em") Well there ain't no justice in it And the hard facts are cold Murder's been committed Down on music row For the steel guitars no longer cry And you can't hear fiddles play With drums and rock 'n' roll guitars Mixed right up in your face Why the Hag wouldn't have a chance On today's radio Since they committed murder Down on music row Why they even tell the Possum To pack up and go back home There's been an awful murder Down on music row |
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BOATS TO BUILD
WITH JIMMY BUFFET WRITER GUY CLARK It's time for a change I'm tired of that same ol same The same ol words the same ol lines The same ol tricks and the same ol rhymes Days precious days Roll in and out like waves I got boards to bend I got planks to nail I got charts to make I got seas to sail I'm gonna build me a boat With these two hands It'll be a fair curve From a noble plan Let the chips fall where they will Cause I've got boats to build Sails are just like wings The wind can make em sing Songs of life songs of hope Songs to keep your dreams afloat I'm gonna build me a boat With these two hands It'll be a fair curve From a noble plan Let the chips fall where they will Cause I've got boats to build Shores distant shores There's where I'm headed for Got the stars to guide my way Sail into the light of day I'm gonna build me a boat With these two hands It'll be a fair curve From a noble plan Let the chips fall where they will Cause I've got boats to build |
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Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered in oil Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing Smell those shrimp hey they're beginnin' to boil Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know it's nobody's fault I don't know the reason I stayed here all season Nothin' to show but this brand new tattoo But it's a real beauty A Mexican cutie How it got here I haven't a clue Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Now I think Must be Buffet's fault I blew out my flip-flop Stepped on a pop-top Broke my leg twice I had to limp on back home But there's booze in the blender And soon it will render That frozen concoction that helps me hang on Hang on Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame But I know this is all Alan's fault Yes and some people claim that there's a woman to blame And I know it's our own damn fault |
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The sun is hot and that ol' clock is movin' slow and so am I
Workday passes like molasses in wintertime but it's July Gettin' paid by the hour and older by the minute My boss just pushed me over the limit I'd like to call him somethin' but think I'll just call it a day Pour me somethin' tall and strong Make it a hurricane before I go insane It's only half past twelve but I don't care It's five o'clock somewhere This lunch break is gonna take all afternoon and half the night Tomorrow morning I know there'll be hell to pay, hey but that's all right I ain't had a day off now in over a year My Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here If the phones for me, you can tell 'em I've just sailed away And pour me somethin' tall and strong Make it a hurricane before I go insane It's only half past twelve but I don't care It's five o'clock somewhere I could pay off my tab Pour myself in a cab and be back to work before 2 At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder What would Jimmy Buffett do? Funny you should ask, Alan I'd say Pour me somethin' tall and strong Make it a hurricane before I go insane It's only half past twelve but I don't care Pour me somethin' tall and strong Make it a hurricane before I go insane It's only half past twelve but I don't care He don't care and I don't care It's five o'clock somewhere What time zone am I on? What country am I in? It doesn't matter, it's five o'clock somewhere It's always on five in Margarita Ville, come to think of it I heard that You've been there haven't you? Yes, sir I've seen your boat there I've been to Margarita Ville a few times All right, that's good Stumbled my way back Okay just want to make sure You can keep it between the navigational beacons Between the bouys, I got it All right, it's five o'clock Let's go somewhere I'm ready, crank it up Let's get out of here, I'm gone |
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Here's my keys
I want you to take them I think im gonna need you, to get back home Hold on to my hat, i dont want to loose it I couldnt stand for something else to be gone I'm sure you know the reason I'm here cryin I think you'll understand why Tonight I'm the designated drinker I just lost The one who wrapped me 'round her finger I need to get To where I can't think of her So, tonight I'm the designated drinker I came here, to get you to help me I need a friend, to see me through I hated to call, I knew you would'nt mind at all I know you know I 'd do the same for you I'm not the kind that likes to drown my sorrows I may hate myself tomorrow But Tonight I'm the designated drinker I just lost The one who wrapped me 'round her finger I need to get To where I can't think of her So, tonight I'm the designated drinker We need to get To where we can't think of her So, tonight We're the designated drinkers Woah tonight We're the designated drinkers |
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Alan Jackson & The Eagles
There are stars in the southern sky Southward as you go There is moonlight and moss in the trees Down the seven bridges road. Now, I have loved you like a baby Like some lonesome child And I have loved you in a tame way And I have loved you wild. Sometimes there's a part of me Has to turn form here and go Running like a child from these warm stars Down the seven bridges road. There are stars in the southern sky And if ever you decide you should go There is a taste of time sweetened honey Down the seven bridges road... |
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Well I was rollin' wheels and shiftin' gears
'Round that Jersey Turnpike Barney stopped me with his gun ten minutes after midnight Said sir you broke the limit in that rusty ol' truck I don't know about that accent son Just where did you come from I said where I come from It's cornbread and chicken Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin' Where I come from tryin' to make a livin' And workin' hard to get to heaven Where I come from Well i was south of Detroit City I pulled in this country kitchen To try their brand of barbecue The sign said finger-lickin' Well I paid the tab and the lady aked me How'd you like my biscuit I'll be honest with you ma'am It ain't like mama fixed it Cause where I come from It's cornbread and chicken Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin' Where I come from tryin' to make a livin' And workin' hard to get to heaven Where I come from I was chasin' sun on 101 somewhere around Ventura I lost a universal joint and I had to use my finger This tall lady stopped and asked If I had plans for dinner Said no thanks ma'am, back home we like the girls that sing soprano Cause where I come from It's cornbread and chicken Where I come from a lotta front porch sittin' Where I come from tryin' to make a livin' And workin' hard to get to heaven Where I come from Well I was headed home on 65 somewhere around Kentucky The CB rang for the bobtail rig that's rollin' on like thunder Well I answered him and he asked me Aren't you from out in Tulsa No, but you might'a seen me there I just dropped a load of salsa Where I come from It's cornbread and chicken Where I come from a lotta front porch pickin' Where I come from tryin' to make a livin' and workin' hard to get to heaven Where I come from Where I come from It's cornbread and chicken Where I come from a lotta back porch pickin' Where I come from tryin' to make a livin' Workin' hard to get to heaven Where I come from Yeah where I come from A lotta front porch sittin' Starin' up at heaven Where I come from Where I come from Tryin' to make a livin' Tryin' to make a livin' Oh, where I come from Where I come from Yeah where I come from Get back down there sometimes Where I come from |
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