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| 1. |
| 5:21 | 
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Night wolves moan Winter hills are black I'm all alone Sitting in the back Of a long white cadillac Train whistle cries Lost on its own track I close my eyes Sitting in the back Of a long white cadillac Chorus: Sometimes i blame it on a woman The one that made my poor heart bleed Sometimes i blame it on the money Sometimes i blame it all on me Headlights shine Highway fades to black It's my last ride Sitting in the back Of a long white cadillac Train whistle cries Lost on its own track I close my eyes I ain't never coming back In a long white cadillac In a long white cadillac In a long white cadillac In a long white cadillac In a long white cadillac Bye, bye, baby, i'm gonna take this white trash on down the road |
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| 2. |
| 3:22 |
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You've got your little ways to hurt me You know just how to tear me up And leave me in small pieces on the ground You've got your little ways to hurt me They're not too big but they're real tough Just one cold look from you can knock me down To look at you and me, no one would ever know The pain that i've endured 'cause i won't let it show My friends would laugh out loud if they only knew The truth about how i am just your lovesick fool Chorus: You've got your little ways to hurt me You know just how to tear me up And leave me in small pieces on the ground You've got your little ways to hurt me They're not too big but they're real tough Just one cold look from you can knock me down The sadness in my eyes should somehow be a clue But no one here would ever suspect sweet little you There've been rumors of the truth but i've kept it quiet 'cause i'm too ashamed to let them know you make me cry Chorus: You've got your little ways to hurt me You know just how to tear me up And leave me in small pieces on the ground You've got your little ways to hurt me They're not too big but they're real tough Just one cold look from you can knock me down Yeah your little ways can knock me to the ground |
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| 3. |
| 2:49 |
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Chorus:
Well I'm a honky tonk man And I can't seem to stop I love to give the girls a whirl To the music of an old juke box But when my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone singing Hey hey mama can your daddy come home Now I'm living wild and dangerously But I've got plenty of company When the moon comes up And the sun goes down I can't wait to see the lights of town Chorus: 'Cause I'm a honky tonk man And I can't seem to stop I love to give the girls a whirl To the music of an old juke box But when my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone singing Hey hey mama can your daddy come home A pretty little girl and a jug of wine Well that's what it takes to make a honky tonk time With the juke box moaning those honky tonk sounds I can't wait to lay my money down Chorus: 'Cause I'm a honky tonk man And I can't seem to stop I love to give the girls a whirl To the music of an old juke box But when my money's all gone, I'm on the telephone singing Hey hey mama can your daddy come home |
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| 4. |
| 3:32 |
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I've had to buy back damn near everything I own
From a little man whose name is Saul and has a lotta money to loan I drove a beat up '67 Chevrolet With a torn up seam pokes brand new hole in my back near every day I got a letter from the folks over at Bell Just to let me know my next phone call I'd walk outside and yell Hey, I know my life seems a mess But honey things to me still look real swell 'Cause I've got you to see me through Yeah, I've got you oh, chase my blues I've got you to ease my pain Yeah, I've got you, girl to keep me sane So let them do what they want to do 'Cause it don't matter long as I've got you I've got the landlord breathing down my neck for rent Oh, he don't give a damn about my kids or where the money was spent After all those years of payin' union dues It sure didn't seem to count for much when we got our layoff news I got a note from the man over at the bank Said the next ten gallons of gas I buy won't be going in my tank Hey, I know I might seem near dead But honey I think I might just get well 'Cause I've got you to see me through Yeah, I've got you oh, to chase my blues I've got you to ease my pain Honey I've got you, oh, to keep me sane So let them do what they want to do 'Cause it don't matter long as I've got you Yeah, let them go right ahead and sue 'Cause it don't matter long as I've got you |
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| 5. |
| 3:04 |
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Little sister don't you, little sister don't you Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice Tell me that it's nice and then you run Yeah, yeah, little sister don't do what your big sister done You know i dated your big sister' Oh, i took her to a show I went for some candy Along came jim dandy And they slipped right out the door Chorus: Little sister don't you, little sister don't you Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice Tell me that it's nice and then you run Yeah, little sister don't do what your big sister done I used to pull down on your pigtails Hey girl, and pinch your turned up nose Oh, but baby you been growin' And lately it's been showin' From your head down to your toes Chorus: Little sister don't you, little sister don't you Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice Tell me that it's nice and then you run Yeah, little sister don't do what your big sister done Every time i see your sister Lord, she's with somebody new Aw, she's mean and she's evil Like a little ol' boll weevil Guess i'll try my luck with you Chorus: Little sister don't you, little sister don't you Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice Tell me that it's nice and then you run Hey, little sister don't you do what your big sister done Well, little sister don't you do what your big sister done Aw, little sister don't you do what your big sister done |
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| 6. |
| 3:51 |
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I sang Dixie as he died
The people just walked on by as I cried The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride So I sang Dixie as he died He said way down yonder in the land of cotton Old times there ain't near as rotten as they are On this damned old L.A. street Then he drew a dying breath And laid his head against my chest Please Lord take his soul back home to Dixie Chorus He said listen to me son while you still can Run back home to that Southern land Don't you see what life here has done to me? Then he closed those old blue eyes And fell limp against my side No more pain, now he's safe back home in Dixie Chorus: I sang Dixie as he died The people just walked on by as I cried The bottle had robbed him of all his rebel pride So I sang Dixie as he died I sang Dixie as he died |
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| 7. |
| 3:06 |
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Girl you taught me how to hurt real bad
And cry myself to sleep You showed me how this town can shatter dreams Another lesson about a naive fool That came to Babylon And found out that the pie don't taste so sweet Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on There ain't no glamor in this tinseled land Of lost and wasted lives And painful scars are all that's left of me But thank you girl for teaching me Brand new ways to be cruel And if I can find my mind now, I guess I'll just leave And it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs and hillbilly music Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on Now it's guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music And lonely, lonely streets that I call home Yeah, my guitars, Cadillacs, hillbilly music Is the only thing that keeps me hanging on It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on It's the only thing that keeps me hanging on |
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| 8. |
| 3:56 |
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This old town is filled with sin
It'll swallow you in If you've got some money to burn Take it home right away You've got three years to pay And Satan is waiting his turn The scientists say it'll all wash away But we don't believe anymore 'Cause we've got our recruits In their green mohair suits So please show your I.D. at the door [Chorus] This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poorhouse It seems like this whole town's insane On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain A fool came around tried to clean up this town His ideas made some people mad But he trusted in his crowd So he spoke right out loud And they lost the best friend they ever had [Chorus] On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain |
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| 9. |
| 3:36 |
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Please, please baby, baby come back home
It's so cold and dark here all alone You come back I promise I'll be good You come home, baby, I'll act like I should I laughed when you packed your bags and told me goodbye I hollered, "I don't need you," oh but honey, that's a lie Please, please baby, baby come back home It's so cold and dark here all alone You come back I promise I'll be good You come home, baby, I'll act like I should If you don't come home dear, I know I'll go insane Sweetheart, I plead guilty, darlin', I'll take all the blame Please, please baby, baby come back home It's so cold and dark here all alone You come back I promise I'll be good You come home, baby, I'll act like I should Please, please baby, baby come back home It's so cold and dark here all alone You come back I promise I'll be good You come home, baby, I'll act like I should You come home, baby, I'll act like I should You come home, baby, I'll act like I should |
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| 10. |
| 2:51 |
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I came here looking for something
I couldn't find anywhere else Hey, I'm not trying to be nobody Just want a chance to be myself I've done a thousand miles of thumbin' I've worn holes in both my heels Trying to find me something better On the streets of Bakersfield Chorus: You don't know me, but you don't like me You say you care less how I feel But how many of you that sit and judge me Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield? Spent sometime in San Francisco Spent a night there in the can They threw this drunk man in my jail cell Took fifteen dollars from that man Left him my watch and my old house key Don't want folks thinkin' that I'd steal Then I thanked him as I was leaving, and I headed for the streets of Bakersfield Chorus: You don't know me, but you don't like me You say you care less how I feel But how many of you that sit and judge me Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield? You don't know me, but you don't like me You say you care less how I feel But how many of you that sit and judge me Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield? How many of you that sit and judge me Have ever walked the streets of Bakersfield? |
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