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Well I quit my job down at the carwash I left my mama a goodbye note
By sundown I'd left Kingston with my guitar under my coat I hitchhiked all the way down to Memphis got a room at the YMCA For the next three weeks I went a hountin' them night clubs Lookin' for a place to play Well I thought my pickin' would set 'em on fire But nobody wanted to hire a guitar man Well I nearly bout starved to death down in Memphis I run out of money and luck So I bummed me a ride down to Macon Georgia on a overloaded poultry truck I thumbed on down to Panama City started checkin' out some of them all night bars Hopin' I can make myself a dollar makin' music on my guitar Got the same old story at them all night piers There ain't no room around here for a guitar man we don't need a guitar man son So I slept in the hobo jungles I bummed a thousand miles of track Till I found myself in Mobile Alabama in a club they call Big Jack's A little four piece band was jammin' so I took my guitar and I sat in I showed 'em what a band would sound like With a swingin' little guitar man show 'em son So if you ever take a trip down to the ocean find yourself down round Mobile Well make it on out to the club called Jack's if you got a little time to kill Just follow that crowd of people you'll wind up out on his dance floor Diggin' the finest little five piece group up and down the Gulf of Mexico And guess who's leadin' that five piece band Why wouldn't you know it's that swingin' little guitar man yeah |
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You oughts see Mr Jones when he rattles the bones
Old Colonel Brown jumpin' round like some kinda clown Ol' aged mama she done past eighty-three shoutin' out I'm full o'pep Watch your step and help yourself Well one legged Joe jumpin' round on his ol' toe Threw away his crutch and hollered hey here we go Well it's hail hail the gang's all here for the Alabama Jubilee You oughta see... |
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Yeah here comes Amos
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun He lived by himself in the swamp He hunted alligator for a living He'd just knock them in the head with a stump The Louisiana law gonna get you Amos It ain't legal hunting alligator down in the swamp boy Now everyone blamed his old man For making him mean as a snake When Amos Moses was a boy His daddy would use him for alligator bait Tie a rope around his neck and throw him in the swamp Alligator man in the Louisiana bayou About forty-five minutes south of Tippitoe Louisiana Lived a man called Dr. Mills South and his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son who could eat his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth Called him Amos Moses Now the folks around south Louisiana Said Amos was a hell of a man He could trap the biggest meanest alligator And he'd just use one hand That's all he got left cause an alligator bit it Left arm gone clear up to the elbow Well the sheriff caught wind that Amos was up in the swamp Trading alligator skins So he snuck in the swamp gonna get the boy But he never came out Well I wonder where the Louisiana sheriff went to Well you can sure get lost in the Louisiana bayou About forty-five minutes south of Tippitoe Louisiana Lived a cat named Dr. Mills South and his pretty wife Hannah They raised up a son who could eat his weight in groceries Named him after a man of the cloth Called him Amos Moses I know son Make it count son About forty-five minutes south of Tippitoe Louisiana... |
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Six foot six he stood on the ground
Weighed two hundred and thirty five pounds But I saw that giant of a man brought down To his knees by love He was the kind of man that would gamble on luck Look you in the eye and never back up But I saw him cryin' like a little whipped pup Because of love Can't see it with your eyes hold it in your hand But like the wind that covers our land Strong enough to rule the heart of any man This thing called love It can lift you up, it can let you down Take your world turn it all around Ever since time nothings ever been found Stronger than love Most men are like me they struggle in doubt They trouble their minds day in and day out Too busy with livin' to worry about A word called love But when I see a mother's tenderness As she holds her young close to her breast Than I thank God this world's been blessed With a word called love Can't see it with your eyes hold it in your hand But like the wind it covers our land Strong enough to rule the heart of any man This thing called love It can lift you up, it can let you down Take your world turn it all around Ever since time nothings ever been found Stronger than love |
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| 2:20 |
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Well me and Homer Jones and Big John Talley
Had a big crap game goin' back in the alley And I kept rollin' them sevens , winnin' all them pots My luck was so good I could do no wrong I jest kept on rollin' and controllin' them bones And finally they jest threw up their hands and said "When you hot, you hot" I said "Yeah?" When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not Put all the money in and let's roll 'em again When you're hot, you're hot (La la la la la la la) (La la la la la) (La la la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot) Well, now every time I rolled them dice I'd win And I was just gettin' ready to roll 'em again When I heard somethin' behind me I turned around and there was a big old cop He said "Hello, boys" and then he gave us a grin 'n' said "Look like I'm gonna hafta haul you all in And keep all that money for evidence" I said, "Well, son when you hot, you hot" He said "Yeah" When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not You can 'splain it all down at City Hall I say, yeah, when you're hot, you're hot You're hot (La la la la la la la) (La la la la la) (La la la la la la la, when you're hot, you're hot) Well, when he took us inta court I couldn't believe my eyes The judge was a fishin' buddy that I recognized I said "Hey, judge, old buddy, old pal" "I'll pay ya that hundred I owe ya if you'll get me outta this spot" So he gave my friends a little fine to pay He turned around and grinned at me and said "Ninety days, Jerry, when you hot, you hot" 'n' I said "Thanks a lot" When you're hot, you're hot And when you're not, you're not He let my friends go free and throwed the book at me He said "Well, when you're hot, you're hot" I said "well I'll tell ya one thing judge, old buddy, old pal" "If you wasn't wearin' that black robe I'd take out in back of this courthouse "And I'd try a little bit of your honor on" "You understand that, you hillbilly?" "Who gonna collect my welfare?" (When you're hot, you're hot") "Pay for my Cadillac?" Whadda you mean 'contempt of court'?" (When you're hot, you're hot") "Judge" |
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| 2:29 |
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Yesterdays
Oh, how many do you wish you could relive? Turn the page and go back Oh, I wonder what you'd give? Looking back, does it seem That when you've planned And when you've dreamed You forgot the most important thing Smell the flowers while the roses bloom Take the time my friend and sing a happy tune Oh, how precious every mile, so take a minute, learn to smile My friend, let's stop a while and smell the flowers Smell the flowers Got a troubled mind, friend Did you let too much worry rule your days? When you look back Do you feel like something precious slipped away? Oh, my friend are you the man That the world slip through your hands? Can you remember When you smelled the flowers? Smell the flowers while the roses bloom Take the time my friend and sing a happy tune You won't have this day again 'cause every road has got to end So don't forget my friend to smell the flowers Smell the flowers Smell the flowers while the roses bloom Take the time my friend and sing a happy tune Oh, how precious every mile, so take a minute, learn to smile My friend, let's stop a while and smell the flowers |
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| 2:14 |
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You took all the ramblin' out of me, girl
With the finest lovin' I ever done seen Now all I wanna do is sit home and play my little guitar And sing songs about all the places that I've seen Your country lovin' and your country cookin' Done blown my mind and set me free You took away all my urge to roam, all I wanna do is just hang around home 'Cause you took all the ramblin' out of me How I wound up down here in Monroe Somethin' I'm never gonna figure out it's true But your sweet love settled me down, made me quit all my ramblin' around Now all I wanna do is sit home and go with you And last night I heard a freight train through my window And I couldn't help thinkin' as I heard that whistle scream How that ol' lonesome sound don't make me itch and wanna move around 'Cause you took all the ramblin' out of me, yeah! You took all the ramblin' out of me, girl With the finest lovin' I ever done seen Now all I wanna do is sit home and play my little guitar And sing songs about all the places that I've seen Your country lovin' and your country cookin' Done blown my mind and set me free You took away all my urge to roam, now all I wanna do is just hang around home 'Cause you took all the ramblin' out of me One more time, sing it! You took all the ramblin' out of me, girl With the finest lovin' I ever done seen Now all I wanna do is sit home and play my little guitar And sing songs about all the places that I've seen [Fade] |
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| 3:29 |
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| 2:00 |
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Well, if you're one of the millions who own one of them gas-drinking, piston-clinking, air-polluting, smoke-belching, four-wheeled buggies from Detroit City, then pay attention. I'm about to sing your song son.
Well, I'm not a man appointed judge To bear ill-will and hold a grudge But I think it's time I said me a few choice words All about that demon automobile A metal box with the polyglass wheel The end result to a dream of Henry Ford Well I've got a car that's mine alone That me and the finance company own A ready-made pile of manufactured grief And if I ain't out of gas in the pouring rain I'm a-changin' a flat in a hurricane I once spent three days lost on a cloverleaf Well it ain't just the smoke and the traffic jam That makes me the bitter fool I am But this four-wheel buggy is A-dollaring me to death For gas and oils and fluids and grease And wires and tires and anti freeze And them accessories Well honey, that's something else Well you can get a stereo tape and a color TV Get a back-seat bar and reclining seats And just pay once a month, like you do your rent Well I figured it up and over a period of time This four thousand dollar car of mine Costs fourteen thousand dollars And ninety-nine cents, well now [Chorus] Lord Mr. Ford, I just wish that you could see What your simple horseless carriage has become Well it seems your contribution to man To say the least, got a little out of hand Well Lord Mr. Ford what have you done Now the average American father and mother Own one whole car and half another And I bet that half a car is a Trick to buy, don't you But the thing that amazes me, I guess Is the way we measure a man's success By the kind of automobile he can afford to buy Well now, red light, green light, traffic cop Right turn, no turn, must turn, stop Get out the credit card honey, we're out of gas Well now, all the cars placed end to end Would reach to the moon and back again And there'd probably be some Fool pull out to pass Well now, how I yearn for the good old days Without that carbon monoxide haze A-hanging over the roar of the interstate Well if the Lord that made the moon and stars Would have meant for me and you to have cars He'd have seen that we was all born With a parking space [Chorus] Come away with me Lucille In my smoking, choking automobile |
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| 2:32 |
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| 2:33 |
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Well now, listen people let me tell you some news
I'll sing a song called the crude oil blues We're low on heat 'n' all We're low on gas And I'm so cold I'm about to freeze myself We got the crude oil blues Cause the winter time sure gets cold to the bottom of my shoes Well my hands are shakin' and my knees are weak But it ain't because of love It's from lack of heat I'm gonna tell you a story about this drunk I know He kept his basement full of homemade brew But the winter got so bad it screwed up the boy's thinkin' He got so cold he had to burn all his drinkin' He's got the crude oil blues He said the wintertime can sure get cold to the bottom of your shoes He said, burnin' this booze just destroys my soul But there's one thing about it honey When you're cold, you're cold I've got the crude oil blues Well, when we made this record there was a little bit of doubt Whether or not the ting was ever gonna come out I said, "Hey chief, you reckon this record will be released?" He said, "Son, we ain't got enough oil to keep the pressed greased" We got the crude oil blues And son, if we can't make records then we don't need you I said, "What am I gonna do if I can't sing and pick?" He said, "Well just keep yourself warm playin' all them hot licks" We got the crude oil blues. Oh mama, don't forget to bring in the brass monkey And remember what Albert Einstein said "That coolin' is conducive to cuddlin'" Honey I love ya but pass the duck down Hey I read a sign on the pump at my favorite gas station the other day It said uh, "He who expecteth nothin' ain't gonna be deceived" ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By JERRY R. HUBBARD Lyrics © HORI PRO ENTERTAINMENT GROUP N M P A ONLY |
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| 3:38 |
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| 3:17 |
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THE BIRD
Writers Hal Coleman, Barry Etrics Well my throat was dry and I was getting' late And I was at this bat on the interstate When this guy with a bird on his shoulder walked in the door And he proceeded to tell me the strangest thing He said, a?Sir this bird of mine can sing like no other bird You've never heard before!a? Well I just looked at the guy and said a?Oh really?a? And he turned to the bird and saida?Do ole Williea? When that bird started singing I almost hit the floor. Whiskey River take my mind Don't let her memory torture me Whiskey River don't run dry You're all I got to take care of me Well if that ain't the durndest thing I thought, son, what a heck of a thing A man could get rich making that bird sing And I could feel this wild idear comin' on strong I said, a?I'm just sittin' here with two weeks pay And I'd probably blow it all anyway I'll buy that bird If he'll do one more song.a? Maybe I didn't hold you quite as often as I should have You were always on my mind You were always on my mind I said, a?well that does it sir, yep I'd like to buy that bird Would $500.00 take him off your hands?a? Well, he thought for a while and he said, a?alrighta? He handed me the bird and he said a?goodnighta? Counted the money and out the door he ran I was thinkin' I'd found the rainbow's end My ship would soon be rolling in When that bird sailed out the door And he was gone And as I watched him leave I got boilin' mad a?Cause I knew right then that I'd been had And as he faded in the night he was singing this song On the road again I just can't wait to get on the road again (Somebody stop that bird!) The life I love is making money with my friend And I can't wait to get on the road again |
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Well, I guess it was back in '63
When eatin' my cookin' got the better of me, So I asked this little girl I was goin' with to be my wife. Well, she said she would, so I said "I do". But I'da said I wouldn't if I'da just knew How sayin' "I do" was gonna screw up all of my life! Well, the first few years weren't all that bad I'll never forget the good times we had Cause I'm reminded every month when I send her the child support. Well, it wasn't too long till the lust all died, And I'll admit I wasn't too surprised The day I come home and found my suitcase sittin' out on the porch. Well, I tried to get in, she changed the locks! Then I found this note taped on the mailbox That said, "Goodbye, turkey! My attorney will be in touch!" Mm-hmm창?짝 So I decided right then and there I's gonna do what's right, give her her fair share. But brother, I didn't know her share's gon' be that much! She got the gold mine! She got the gold mine! I got the shaft. I got the shaft. They split it right down the middle, And then they give her the better half. Well, it all sounds sorta funny, But it hurts too much to laugh. She got the gold mine, I got the sha-a-aft. Now, listen, you ain't heard nothin' yet: Why, they give her the color television set, Then they give her the house, the kids, and both of the cars! See? Well, then they start talkin' 'bout child support, Alimony, and the cost of the court Didn't take me long to figure out how far in the toilet I was! I'm tellin' ya, they have made a mistake Cause it adds up to more than this cowboy makes! Besides; everything I ever had worth takin', they've already took! While she's livin' like a queen on alimony, I'm workin' two shifts eatin' baloney, Askin' myself, "Why didn't you just learn how to cook?!?!" They give her the gold mine! She got the gold mine! They give me the shaft. I got the shaft. They said they're splittin' it all down the middle, But she got the better half. Well, it all sounds mighty funny, But it hurts too much to laugh. She got the gold mine, I got the sha-a-aft. Well, she got the gold mine! She got the gold mine! I got the shaft. I got the shaft. They split it all down the middle, And then they give her the better half. Well, I guess it all sounds funny, Hoo, hoo, hoo, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! But it hurts too much to laugh. She got the gold mine - I got the sha-a-aft. (They ain't kiddin' me 창?? I got the shaft.) Well, I don't have to worry 창??bout totin' a billfold n'more. Hahahahaha창?짝 I let my wife tote it; I'mon' be carryin' food stamps창?? You get it, judge? I'mon' be창?짝 Just창?짝 Hahahaha창?짝 Ah, it's not funny, huh? Huh? Huh? Contempt of court? Whaddaya mean? Listen, judge: I's just kiddin'! |
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