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1. |
| 2:10 | ||||
I'm writing this down in a trench mon
Don't scold if it isn't so neat The way that you did, when I was a kid When I'd come home with mud on my feet The captain just gave us our orders And mom we must carry them through I'll finish this letter the first chance I get But for now I'll just say I love you Then the mothers old hands began to tremble And she fought back the tears in her eyes But they came unashamed,for there was no blame And she knew that her soldier had died Then the mother knelt down by her bedside And she prayed Lord above hear my plea Please protect all the boys who are fighting tonight |
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2. |
| 3:18 | ||||
I know I'm only Shelly's winter love
She only seems to need me now and then I know I'm only Shelly's winter love But she's mine alone till springtime comes again When springtime comes I know that she'll be leavin' When those friends of her's start callin' her uptown So I live and wait for Shelly's winter season When her troubled moments bring her back around I know I'm only Shelly's winter love She only seems to need me now and then I know I'm only Shelly's winter love But she's mine alone till springtime comes again When Shelly's painted world turns cold and stormy It's then she finds the need to come around To these arms of mine she knows are always waiting But she'll leave when love has thawed the winter ground I know I'm only Shelly's winter love She only seems to need me now and then I know I'm only Shelly's winter love But she's mine alone till springtime comes again |
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3. |
| 2:15 | ||||
Like the ancient Roman Empire this world is doomed to fall
And it's much too big a thing for mortal man Just take a look around and see the writing on the wall Somehow we've got to find a helping hand This world has never been in the awful shape it's in And people scorn the things our leaders do It's time a prayer was spoken from the hearts of every man Jesus take a hold and lead us through The mighty roar of gunfire is now a local sound And our city streets are filled with angry men Law's now a mockery throughout our troubled land And destruction seems to be the current trend This world has never been in the awful shape it's in And our leaders seem in doubt what to do It's time a prayer was spoken from the hearts of every man Jesus take a hold and lead us through Jesus take a hold and lead us through |
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4. |
| 2:49 | ||||
5. |
| 2:39 | ||||
Yeah I'm a good loser born to be that way this dog he never had his day
Yeah I'm a good loser so don't worry bout my pride Me don't look back you can't see my hurt inside There must be a sin I'm payin' for cause I felt my share of heartaches long before This same life runs in cicles I can't say they're wrong My lucks been running bad too long But I'm a good loser... [ guitar ] There's no sign of changes coming soon and I may never sing another tune Cause losin' you would probly be my biggest hurt today But don't you let my feelin's make your way Cause I'm a good loser... |
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6. |
| 2:30 | ||||
The Levis that I'm wearin' have beeen good to me
They just won't admit they're growin' old Though my shirt's made contact with the gutter, now and then At least it keeps my body from the cold Thank God, folks back home in Harland County Can't see what success has done to me Would you believe the kids in Harland High School Voted me most likely to succeed Now I'm walkin' on the sidewalks of Chicago If I buy the bread I can't afford the wine Now I'm walkin' on the sidewalks of Chicago Wishin' I had lived some other time I wasn't here too long before I met her And then later she really swept me off my feet And she stayed just long enough to make me love her And now they're sweepin' me up off the street My mama thinks I've really hit the big time She's written ever day since I've been gone But she doesn't know that 109 West Charolette Is the address of the West Side Mission Home Now I'm walkin' on the sidewalks of Chicago If I buy the bread I can't afford the wine Now I'm walkin' on the sidewalks of Chicago Wishin' I had lived some other time |
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7. |
| 2:35 | ||||
There's a circle of people where I'm no longer welcome
I'm ashamed to say that I'm no longer fit I could sober up tomorrow and face my friends again But I've got no reason to quit No I've got no reason for living right and there's no other way to forget I could sober up tomorrow and face my friends again But I've got no reason to quit I've got no reason for living right and there's no other way to forget I know down deep inside me I'm man enough to change But I've got no reason to quit |
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| 2:49 | ||||
9. |
| 2:54 | ||||
Tonight there'll be candlelight and roses
In this little country chapel that's almost falling down There'll be tears in this old farmer's eyes this evening When I give my one possession to that city boy from town His hair is a little longer than we're use to But, I guess I should find something good to say About this man who's won the farmer's daughter And will soon become my son-in-law today Mama left eight years ago December And it was hard to be a Dad and Mama too But, somehow we made home of this old farmhouse And love was all my baby ever knew He could be the richest man in seven counties And not be good enough to take her hand But, he says he really loves the farmer's daughter And I know the farmer's daughter loves the man |
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10. |
| 2:09 | ||||
Did you ever steal a quarter when you was 10 years old?
Ever wear a brogan with a hole in the sole? Did you ever ride a freight train while runnin' from the law? I've done it all, lawd lawd, I've done it all. Did you ever spend a winter in a dirty jail? Did you ever buy a topcoat at a rummage sale? Did you ever spend a Christmas inside detention hall? I've done it all, lawd lawd, I've done it all. Well, I've picked my share of cotton, boys and I've drove one railroad spike. And I've been everywhere I talk about and I can tell you what its like. I've even been to 'Frisco wearin' reg'lar clothes With <?> them modern hippie folks starin' down their nose. I can proudly say I've answered my patriotic call I've done it all, lawd lawd, I've done it all. <instrumental> Well, I've picked my share of cotton, boys and I've drove one railroad spike. And I've been everywhere I talk about and I can tell you what its like. I've even been to 'Frisco wearin' reg'lar clothes With <?> them modern hippie folks starin' down their nose. I can proudly say I've answered my patriotic call I've done it all, lawd lawd, I've done it all. |
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11. |
| 2:11 | ||||
Well there's been sayin' goin' round I began to think it's true
It's awful hard to love someone when they don't care about you Once I had a lovin' gal the sweetest little thing in town But now she's gone and left me she done turn me down But I ain't got nobody nobody cares for me And I'm so sad and lonely won't somebody come and take chance with me I'll sing you sweet love songs honey all of the time If you'll only be the pretty mama of mine Cause I ain't got nobody nobody cares for me [ guitar - dixieland - fiddle ] Yeah I ain't got nobody... |
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12. |
| 2:03 | ||||
13. |
| 3:16 | ||||
Just old Rambling Bill, just old Rambling Bill
Some day I might get married and, baby, I might settle down I ain't got no home, I'm here all alone All the clothes I've got, I've got them on Just old Rambling Bill, just old Rambling Bill Some day I might get married and, baby, I might settle down I've been all around from town to town I've got some good things on my way around Just old Rambling Bill, just old Rambling Bill Some day I might get married and, baby, I might settle down ...Rock it, boys! I'm just like a piano player, carry nothing but my hat I play women where I find 'em and leave 'em where I played 'em at Just old Rambling Bill, just old Rambling Bill Some day I might get married and, baby, I might settle down Rocks is my pillow, sunshine keeps me warm Blue sky is my blanket and Mother Nature built my home Just old Rambling Bill, just old Rambling Bill Some day I might get married and, baby, I might settle down wash everything I had down the street I was hollerin' for mercy, and it weren't no boats around Hey I was hollerin' for mercy, and it weren't no boats around Hey that looks like people, I've gotta stay right here and drown Hey my house started shakin', started floatin' on down the stream Hey my house started shakin', went on floatin' on down the stream It was dark as midnight, people began to holler and scream |
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14. |
| 2:29 | ||||
Someday when our dream world finds us
And these hard times are gone We'll laugh and count our blessings In a mansion all our own If we both pull together tomorrow's sure to come Someday we'll look back and say it was fun We live on love and pennies And the day dream out of sight And I'm amazed the way you smile When things don't turn out right We climb each hill together each step one by one And someday we'll look back and say it was fun Someday when our dream world finds us And these hard times are gone We'll laugh and count our blessings In a mansion all our own If we both pull together tomorrow's sure to come Someday we'll look back and say it was fun And someday we'll look back and say it was fun |
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15. |
| 2:37 | ||||
TRAIN OF LIFE
(Roger Miller) ≪ ⓒ '66 Tree Publishing, BMI ≫ I sit alone at my table and watch all the others have fun And I'm tired of sittin' on the side of track a watchin' the mainline run I'm tired of havin' no future just livin' on things that I've done And I'm tired of sittin' on the side of track a watchin' the mainline run Train train don't leave me oh train of life I got no one to call me their darling to hug me and call me their hon And I'm tired of sittin' on the side of track just a watchin' the mainline run I'm tired of havin' no future... Train train don't leave me oh train of life |
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16. |
| 2:43 | ||||
ONE SWEET HELLO
(Merle Haggard) ≪ ⓒ '71 Tree Publishing, BMI ≫ One sweet hello and one sad goodbye Two empty arms and these lonely nights to cry Together is was heaven but how quickly time did fly With one sweet hello and one sad goodbye These precious mem'ries linger on haunting my mind since you're gone These little things between us that really have no ties Are all we have together and all we realize One sweet hello... Together is was heaven... |
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17. |
| 3:04 | ||||
ONE ROW AT A TIME
(Red Lane - Dottie West) ≪ ⓒ '71 Tree Publishing, BMI ≫ The southeast Georgia red clay dust is groundin' to my blue jeans A heavy hundred pound cotton sack a draggin' long behind Wanting believe this place so bad I forgot it how I got here Workin' my way back home one row at a time It's along old cotton road between here and Vaco Than three days of bummin' through that California line And two more days of pickin' to that house just south of Fresno Workin' my way back home one row at a time Mississippi delta mud is caked in layers of my brogains Sunshine on snow white cotton nearly makes me blind I can almost see 'em now a homefolk runnin' out to meet me Workin' my way back home one row at a time It's along old cotton road... Workin' my way back home one row at a time |
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18. |
| 2:31 | ||||
I came back to find my Annie'd moved away
To some town in California close in something somewhere close to east LA Don't think finding her was easy cause something sure had changed my Tulsa girl But I came here to show my love and try to understand her crazy world I was thrilled because she treated me with joy And was glad she still remembered Well enough to know someone she called her boy And I've heard about those sugar cutes before I ever came to find her there I was glad to be excepted even though I've known as big time Annie's square I'm just big time Annie's leaning post someone she can turn to now and then Annie says I'm feeble but Annie's friends don't question The square John known as big time Annie's friend Well sometimes I feel happy through and through And I always find excuses for anything my Annie wants to do We don't agree on nothin' but I'll be dangled if we don't make the pair My friends call her hippie and her friends call me big time Annie's square I'm just big time Annie's leaning post... |
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19. |
| 2:31 | ||||
I feel like a stranger in this home I built for you
And I can't understand this awful change you're going through But lately I've been watching you grow colder every day And I'd rather be gone than in your way I'd rather be gone than in your way I'd rather see someone else here in my place And if I decide on leaving my world will end today But I'd rather be gone than in your way I'd rather be gone... I'd rather be gone |
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20. |
| 2:46 | ||||
My driftin' memory goes back to the spring of '43,
When I was just a child in momma's arms. My daddy plowed the ground and promised someday we would leave This run-down mortgaged Oklahoma farm. Then one night I heard my daddy sayin' to my momma That he'd finally saved enough to go. California was his dream, a paradise, for he had seen Pictures in magazines that told him so. California Cottonfields, Where labor camps were filled with weary men with broken dreams. California Cottonfields, As close to wealth as daddy ever came. Nearly everything we had was sold or left behind, From my daddy's plow to the soup that momma canned. Some folks came to say farewell or see what all we had to sell; Some just came to shake my daddy's hand. That model A was loaded down and California bound; A change of luck was just 4 days away. But the only change that I remember seeing in my daddy Was when his dark hair turned to silver grey. California Cottonfields, Where labor camps were filled with weary men with broken dreams. California Cottonfields, As close to wealth as daddy ever came. |
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21. |
| 2:33 | ||||
Carolyn let me tell you what I heard about a man today
He didn't come home from work and he went away 'Til he came to a city, bright in the night time like day There they say he met with some women dressed in yellow and scarlet Their warm lips like a honeycomb, dripped with honey And somethin' about the smell of strange perfume Made him feel warm, and not alone Yes Carolyn a man will do that sometimes on his own And sometimes when he's lonely And I believe a man will do that sometimes out of spite But Carolyn, a man will do that always When he's treated bad at home Yes Carolyn a man will do that sometimes on his own And sometimes when he's lonely And I believe a man will do that sometimes out of spite But Carolyn, a man will do that always When he's treated bad at home |
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22. |
| 1:48 | ||||
Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose
Wondering where the freight train goes Standin' in the field by the railroad track Cursin' this strap on my cotton sack I can see mom and dad with shoulders low Both of 'em pickin' on a double row They do it for a livin' because they must That's life like it is in the Tulare dust The California sun was something new That when we arrived in '42 And I can still remember how my daddy cussed The tumbleweeds here in the Tulare dust The wally fever was a comin' fate To the farmworkers here in the Golden State And I miss Oklahoma but I'll stay If I must and help make a livin' in the Tulare dust The Tulare dust in a farm boy's nose Wondering where the freight train goes Standin' in the field by the railroad track Cursin' this strap on my cotton sack |
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23. |
| 3:06 | ||||
That old white haired judge in Dallas
Didn't pay my story no mind They're takin' me down to Huntsville I'm bringin' in a load of time They caught me on a caper that I planned for days And proved everything I done I'm on my way to Huntsville But I'm looking for a chance to run My hands don't fit no choppin' pile And cotton was never my beg They better keep both eyes on me Or they're gonna lose old Hag Hey there ain't so far to Mexico There I can find my way They're takin' me down to Huntsville But I'm not gonna stay They got me chain and leg irons I guess they got a good excuse They know I'm gonna run the first chance I get cause they never gonna cut me loose And I don't care if they shoot me down I'll never be free again I've got two long life turns to do Both runnin' in the end Hey there ain't so far to Mexico There I can find my way They're takin' me down to Huntsville But I'm not gonna stay |
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24. |
| 3:07 | ||||
THE ONLY TROUBLE WITH ME
(Merle Haggard) ≪ ⓒ '71 Tree Publishing, BMI ≫ I receive my big promotion down at the lumber yard And my income tax return will soon be due I just made my last big payment on my 68 Corver the only trouble with me is you I came up with a winning ticket on a ocean liner tours And the trip and everything was planned for two And I arranged for our vacation and the time I thought we'd leave Now the only trouble at all is you Yeah the only trouble with me is you and it's driving me out of my mind Hey I've done everything a man can do and you refuse me every time I gave up my bachelor quoters where the secret bet comes down And the vices that I'm guilty of are few And everyone who knows me says I'm fun to be around Oh the only trouble with me is you Yeah the only trouble with me is you... Yeah the only trouble with me is you |
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25. |
| 2:55 | ||||
26. |
| 2:48 | ||||