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| 1. |
| 4:29 | 
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Well ever since I met you babe you've been running around
Spendin' my hard earned money on any ol' man in town I've been your fool Oh I've been your fool I've been a fool ever since mama I met you Now I got something to you mama, ain't gonna say no lie Ain't gonna stand no runnin' around, don't wanna hear no alibi I've been your fool Oh I've been your fool I've been a fool ever since mama I met you You've taken every thing I had, you hurt me deep inside Money wasn't good enough, you had to take my pride I've been your fool Oh I've been your fool I've been a fool ever since mama I met you Oh, I've been a fool baby Yes I have Now I got something to you mama, ain't gonna say no lie Ain't gonna stand no runnin' around, don't wanna hear no alibi I've been your fool Oh I've been your fool I've been a fool ever since mama I met you You've taken every thing I had, you hurt me deep inside Money wasn't good enough, you had to take my pride I've been your fool Oh I've been your fool I've been a fool ever since mama I met you |
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| 2. |
| 4:30 |
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I don't care who you are, baby
Don't care about all the friends that you know And why you chose me Lord, sweet mama don't want to know Can't tie me down, baby Don't bring me down Chains can't hold me, I gotta go I don't want your money, baby Don't care for your fancy clothes And how you people live together I say Lord in Heaven only knows Can't tie me down people, don't bring me down Oh the man can't stop me, I gotta go Gonna hit that road Buy me some coke You can take all your charm, baby Yeah, sweet daddy knows where it goes Yes, it does You can tell your big sister, "Thanks a lot for the hole" Can't tie me down, baby, don't bring me down Chains can't hold me, I gotta go Gonna hit that road I gotta go, don't hold me, baby |
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| 3. |
| 4:25 |
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New York City is a thousand miles away And if you ask me, I'll tell you that's OK Now I'm not trying to put the big apple down 'Cause they don't need a man like me in town I pick cotton down on the Dixie line Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime But that's allright, that's OK by me 'Cause that's the way that it was meant to be Big city, hard times don't bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be I don't like smoke chokin' up my air And some of those city folks well they don't care I don't like cars buzzing around I don't even want a piece of concrete in my town I like sunshine, fresh clean air Makes me feel like you wouldn't care but that's all right, each to his own But one smell from the city And this country boy is gone Big city, hard times don't bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be Well, I don't want to even read about it Let me tell you something, let me tell you true What's right for me might not be right for you Well, you live your way, I'll live mine And I hope that your happy all the time I pick cotton down on the Dixie line Work hard all day tryin' to make a dime But that's all right, that's OK by me 'Cause that's the way that it was supposed to be Big city, hard times never bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be Let me tell ya, ... I said Big city, hard times never bother me I'm a country boy, I'm as happy as I can be Ooh, that's my way, baby I don't want you to even tell me about the big city I don't want to read about it... |
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| 4. |
| 2:51 |
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Eleven times I been busted, eleven times I been to jail Some of the times I been there nobody could go my bail Well it seems to me, Lord that this ol' boy just don't fit Well I can jump in a rosebush and come out smelling like sh... Those misters dressed in blue never done so right by me Some of the times I was innocent but the judge said guilty I'm not one to complain now son I tell you true When the black cat cross your trail, Lord It comes in misery times two (Chorus) Double trouble--that's what my friends all call me (Double trouble) I said, double trouble T-R-O-U-B-L-E Well I was born down in the gutter With a temper as hot as fire Spent ninety days on a peat farm just doin' the county's time Well now, even mama said Son you're bad news And it won't be too long before someone puts one through you (Chorus) (Chorus) |
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| 5. |
| 4:26 |
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Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want (Chorus) Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' For MCA 9000 dollars, that's all we could win But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' Southern grin They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar (Chorus) Suckers took my money since I was seventeen If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes (Chorus) |
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| 6. |
| 5:09 |
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Call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me Well there ain't no change in the weather Ain't no changes in me And I ain't hidin' from nobody Nobody's hidin' from me Oh, that's the way its supposed to be Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I got that green light baby I got to keep movin' on Well I might go out to California Might go down to Georgia I don't know Well I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home Well now I dig you Georgia peaches Makes me feel right at home But I don't love me no one woman So I can't stay in Georgia long Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road Well now they call me the breeze I keep blowin' down the road I ain't got me nobody I don't carry me no load Oooh Mr Breeze |
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| 5:21 |
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My daddy told me always be strong son Don't you ever cry You find the pretty girls and then you love them Then you say goodbye I never dreamed that you would leave me But now you're gone I never dreamed that I would miss you Woman won't you come back home I never dreamed that you could hurt me And leave me blue I've had a thousand, maybe more But never one like you I never dreamed I could feel so empty But now I'm down I never dreamed that I would beg you Woman I need you now It seems to me I took your love for granted It feels to me that this time I was wrong, so wrong Oh Lord now I feel so lonely I say woman won't you come back home I tried to do what my daddy taught me But I think he knew Someday that I would find one woman like you I never dreamed that it could feel so good, Lord That two could be one I never knew about sweet love So woman won't you come back home Oh baby won't you come back home |
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| 8. |
| 8:36 |
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Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee
Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall I've had more pretty women than a passenger train could haul I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, one with a long shiny barrel I'm gonna buy myself a shotgun, one with a long shiny barrel I'm gonna shoot me a rounder oh that stole away my gal I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log Than to be in Atlanta, Georgia, treat me like a dirty dog (I don't have to go for that) If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall If you don't want me baby, mama you sure don't got to stall 'Cause I've had more pretty women than a passenger train could haul And that ain't all I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log I'd rather drink your muddy water, sleep down in a hollow log Than to be in Atlanta, Georgia, treated like a dirty dog Oh Give me a T for Texas, give me a T for Tennessee Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me Give me a T for Texas, give me that T for Tennessee Give me a T for Thelma, woman made a fool out of me One more time Give me a T for Thelma, oh that woman made a fool... I said said oh, that woman made a fool Out of me, yeah |
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