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We used to go out walkin' hand in hand
You told me of the big things you had planned It wasn't long till all your dreams came true Success put me in second place with you You have no time to love me anymore Since fame and fortune knocked upon our door Now I spend all my evenings all alone Success has made a failure of our home [ fiddle - steel ] If we could share an evening now and then Perhaps we'd find true happiness again You'll never hold me like you used to do It's funny what success has done to you You have no time to love me... |
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You left me for the bright lights of the town. A country boy set out to see the world. Remember when those city lights shine down. That big old moon shines on your Kentucky girl. I swear I love you, by the moon above you. How bright is it shining in your world? Some morning when you wake up all alone. Just come on home to your blue Kentucky girl. Don't wait to bring great riches home to me. I need no diamond rings or fancy pearls. Just bring yourself, you're all I'll ever need. That's good enough for this blue Kentucky girl. I swear I love you by the moon above you. How bright is it shinin in your world? Some morning when you wake up all alone. Just come on home to your blue Kentucky girl. |
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A you've been makin' your brags around town
That you've been a lovin' my man But the man I love, when he picks up trash He puts it in a garbage can And that's what a you look like to me And what I see's a pity Close your face and stay outta my way If ya don't wanna go to fist city If ya don't wanna go to fist city Ya better detour around my town 'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head And I'll lift a you off a the ground I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint 'cause he ain't N' that he won't cat around with a kitty I'm here to tell ya gal to lay offa my man If ya don't wanna go to fist city Come on and tell me what you told my friends If you think you're brave enough And I'll show you what a real woman is Since you think you're hot stuff You'll bite off more than you can chew If you get to cute or witty You better move your feet If you don't wanna eat A meal that's called fist city If you don't wanna go to fist city You better detour around my town 'Cause I'll grab you by the hair a the head And I'll lift you offa the ground I'm not a sayin' my baby's a saint 'cause he ain't N' that he won't cat around with a kitty I'm here to tell ya gal to lay offa my man If ya don't wanna go to fist city I'm here to tell ya gal to lay offa my man If ya don't wanna go to fist city |
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Well your pet name for me is Squaw
When you come home a drinkin' and can barely crawl And all that lovin' on me won't make things right Well you leave me at home to keep the teepee clean Six papooses to break and when wean Well your squaw is on the warpath tonight Well I've found out a big brave chief The game you're a huntin' for ain't beef Get off of my huntin' grounds and get out of my sight This war dance I'm doin' means I'm fightin' mad You need no more of what you've already had Your squaw is on the warpath tonight [ steel ] Well that fire-water that you've been drinkin' Makes you feel bigger but chief you're shrinkin' Since you've been on that love makin' diet Now don't hand me that ole peace pipe There ain't no pipe can settle this fight Your squaw is on the warpath tonight Well I've found out a big brave chief... Yeah your squaw is on the warpath tonight |
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Before you first made love to me you called me your wife to be
And after that I saw the devil in your eyes With your sweet smooth talkin' ways you turned a flame into a blaze Then I'd've let you hang my wings upon your horns. Don't tell me that I'm no saint I'm the first to know I ain't There's a little thing called love and that's what change me From an innocent country girl to a woman of the world Tonight I let you hang my wings upon your horns. You hung my wings upon your horns and turned my halo in the thorns And turned me to a woman I can't stand You're the first who ever make me fall in love and then not take me Tonight I let you hang my wings upon your horns. You hung my wings upon your horns and turned my halo in the thorns And turned me to a woman I can't stand You're the first who ever make me fall in love and then not take me Tonight I let you hang my wings upon your horns... |
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Well, I was born a coal miner's daughter, In a cabin, on a hill in butcher holler, We were poor, but we had love, That's the one thing daddy made sure of, He shoveled coal to make a poor man's dollar. My daddy worked all night in the Van Lear Cole Mines, All day long in a field a-hoein' corn, Mommy rocked the babies at night, and read The Bible by the coal-oil light, And everything would start all over come break of mornin'. Daddy loved and raised 8 kids on a miner' pay, Mommy scrubbed our clothes on a wash board every day, Why, I seen her fingers bleed, to complain, there was no need, She'd smile in mommy's understanding way. In the summertime we didn't have shoes to wear, But in the winter time, we'd all get a brand new pair, From a mail-order catalog, money mad from selling a hog, Daddy all ways managed to get the money somewhere. Yeah, I'm proud to be a coal miner's daughter, I remember well, the well where I drew water, The work we done was hard, at night we'd sleep 'cause we were tired, I never thought of leavin' Butcher Holler. Well, a lot of things have changed since way back then, And it's so good to be back home again, Not much left but the floor, nothin' lives here anymore, 'Cept the memories of a coal miner's daughter. |
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Love is where you find it
When you find no love at home And there's nothin' cold as ashes After the fire is gone The bottle is almost empty The clock just now struck ten Darlin' I had to call you To our favorite place again We know it's wrong for us to meet But the fire's gone out at home And there's nothin' cold as ashes After the fire is gone Love is where you find it When you find no love at home And there's nothin' cold as ashes After the fire is gone Your lips are warm and tender Your arms hold me just right Sweet words of love you remember That the one at home forgot Each time we say is the last time But we keep hangin' on And there's nothin' cold as ashes After the fire is gone Love is find it When you find no love at home And there's nothin' cold as ashes After the fire is gone |
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Well I like my lovin' done country style
And this little girl would walk a country mile, To find her a good old slow-talkin country boy I said a country boy I'm about as old-fashion as I can be And I hope you're likin' what you see 'Cause if you're lookin' at me You're lookin' at country. (CHORUS) You don't see no city when you look at me "Cause, country's all I am I love runnin bare naked through the old corn fields And I love that country Ham-ha-ham Well, you say I'm made just to fit your plans But does a barnyard shovel fit your hands If your eyes are on me You're lookin' at country This here country is a little green And there's alot of country that-a you ain't seen I'll show you around if you'll show me a wedding band I said a weddin' band When it comes to love, well, I know about that Country folks all know where it's at If you're lookin' at me Your lookin' at country (REPEAT CHORUS) |
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You wined me and dined me
When I was your girl Promised if I'd be your wife You'd show me the world But all I've seen of this old world Is a bed and a doctor bill I'm tearin' down your brooder house 'Cause now I've got the pill. All these years I've stayed at home While you had all your fun And every year thats gone by Another babys come. There's a gonna be some changes made Right here on nursery hill You've set this chicken your last time 'Cause now I've got the pill. This old maternity dress I've got Is goin' in the garbage The clothes I'm wearin' from now on Won't take up so much yardage. Miniskirts, hot pants And a few little fancy frills Yeah, I'm makin' up for all those years Since I've got the pill. I'm tired of all your crowin' How you and your hens play While holdin' a couple in my arms Another's on the way. This chicken's done tore up her nest And I'm ready to make a deal And ya can't afford to turn it down 'Cause you know I've got the pill. This incubator is overused Because you've kept it filled The feelin' good comes easy now Since I've got the pill. It's gettin' dark it's roostin' time Tonight's too good to be real Oh, but daddy don't you worry none 'Cause mama's got the pill. Oh, daddy don't you worry none 'Cause mama's got the pill... |
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Sometimes at night while you're fast asleep
I lie there alone in the darkness and weep So sorry and sad but that's part of the deal when the tingle becomes a chill I never wanted to stop loving you I'll swear by the breath in my body that's true Ah but a woman can't help the way that she feels when the tingle becomes a chill You're so contented but for me it's all gone And though I pretend you just don't turn me on The body performs but the soul has no will when the tingle becomes a chill I never wanted to stop loving you... |
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Lyin' alone in this big old bed
I got you on my mind I said when you left I could make it by myself But it gets harder all the time And I can't take it no more I see your face Every time I close my eyes So I'm goin' out now And I'm lookin' for you Some winter night I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' sun comes up I can't stand another night Without holdin' me tight How I miss your lovin' touch I'm goin' searchin' Everywhere that a you might be When I find you I'm a bringin' you home with me I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' comes Well I might find somebody new To share my misery But no other man Can do what you can When it comes to lovin' me I don't want nobody to say that I was a fool For bein' cool I won't be satisfied till you're back in my arms And I'm lovin' you I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' sun comes up I can't stand another night Without you holdin' me tight How I miss your lovin' touch I'm goin' searchin' Everywhere that a you might be And when I find you I'm a bringin' you home with me I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' comes I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' sun comes up I can't stand another night Without you holdin me tight How I miss your lovin' touch I'm goin' searchin' Everywhere that a you might be FADES- A when I find you I'm a bringin' you home with me I want you out of my head And back in my bed Before the mornin' comes |
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