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| 1. |
| 3:19 | 
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I drove down to The Trap but the joint was closed
Lately they've been droppin' like dominoes All of my favorite Waterin' holes are dryin' up Tell me, is it too much for a man to ask To hear Haggard and Jones sing CC Waterback With the lights so low And cold drafts will cost you one buck, enough's enough Somebody save the honky tonks The hard wood floor and the quarter jukebox Where's the workin' man gonna go to get tore up? When the last one's tore down Somebody save the neon lights And the cinder block shacks crossed the county line Everyday another piece of history's lost Somebody save the honky tonks Well, it's enough to bring a tear to a blood shot eye Not knowin' where to go on a Friday night To get down and get loud And unwind from a hard day Listen, we the people got a make a stand Maybe write a letter to our Congressman Show some support for the drinkin' man We can't wait, until it's too late Somebody save the honky tonks The hard wood floor and the quarter jukebox Where's the workin' man gonna go to get tore up? When the last one's tore down Somebody save the neon lights And the cinder block shacks crossed the county line Everyday another piece of history's lost Somebody save the honky tonks Why don't they take that ol' wreckin' ball To the uppity bars, down at the mall? All I'm askin' and all I want Somebody save the honky tonks |
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| 2. |
| 2:59 |
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Here's some things about me you might want to know
I'm gonna tell you even if you don't I come from the country, I still been to town An' I like dogs but just not in the house But I might skip church one Sunday To catch the football game But I'll give twice as much next week When they pass the offerin' plate [Chorus:] I'm just ordinary on most days Extraordinary on my best I got a good job, but the way I spend money I never have any left Hey, I drink too much coffee An' I'm always runnin' late I was born a sinner But my Momma thinks I'm a saint I've had my share of heartaches, bounced a couple chairs I had a wife, but now I've got an ex No, I won't never be the President, hell,l I barely finished school But I know Justin sings lead for N'Sync, so my kids think I'm cool [Chorus] I know there are some who live life differently But there's a lot more people who are just like me [Chorus] Yeah, I was born a sinner But my Momma thinks I'm a saint |
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| 3. |
| 4:02 |
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The Lord loves the drinkin' man.
He sends honky-tonk angels to the Promised Land, I hear that he can turn water to wine. Any man that can do that, oh he's good friend of mine. I've been baptized in beer, I'm here to testify, I was speakin' in tongues when I came home last night. Some folks say I'm livin' in sin, But I know the Lord loves the drinkin' man. Well, the preacher man, he told me: "Boy you ain't no good. "Devil's gonna getcha, best start actin' like you should. "All the cold beer and bright lights, stayin' out all night: "Good Book, it tells me, boy, your soul's gonna burn." Momma said: "Son, you're headin' down the wrong road. "They don't let honky-tonkers up in Heaven, I've been told." Don't you worry, Momma, I'll see you up in Heaven. I've been thinking 'bout it and I've come to this conclusion, now: The Lord loves the drinkin' man. He sends honky-tonk angels to the Promised Land, I hear that he can turn water to wine. Any man that can do that, oh he's good friend of mine. I've been baptized in beer, I'm here to testify, I was speakin' in tongues when I came home last night. Some folks say I'm livin' in sin, But I know the Lord loves the drinkin' man. Well, my Daddy said: "Son you're living your life all wrong. "Lightins gonna strike you down before too long. "That man upstairs, he don't like what you do. "When you reach those Pearly Gates, you ain't getting through." Well, I've been thinkin', got a brand new plan: I'm gonna start a little Church down at the Stumble Inn. Yeah, that's right, I'm gonna start my own religion, We'll be drinkin' and dancin' at the church of Hank Williams, yeah. The Lord loves the drinkin' man. He sends honky-tonk angels to the Promised Land, I hear that he can turn water to wine. Any man that can do that, oh, he's good friend of mine. I've been baptized in beer, I'm here to testify, I was speaking in tongues when I came home last night. Some folks say I'm livin' in sin, But I know the Lord loves the drinkin' man. Yeah, he does. The Lord loves the drinkin' man. He sends honky-tonk angels to the Promised Land, I hear that he can turn water to wine. Well, any man that can do that, oh, he's good friend of mine. I've been baptized in beer, I'm here to testify, I was speaking in tongues when I came home last night. Some folks say I'm livin' in sin, But I know the Lord loves; I hope he does: The Lord loves the drinkin' man. |
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| 4. |
| 3:10 |
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Would you like to hear I love you, all the time
And if you couldn't turn around without touching, would you mind You know there's something missing 'round your waist Tell me, would these arms be in your way? Would you mind another heart beating for you Two ears that listen, you can talk to Kisses filled with feeling on your face Now tell me, would these arms be in your way? Would you mind another heart beating for you Two ears that listen, you can talk to Kisses filled with feeling on your face Oh, tell me, would these arms be in your way? Now tell me, would these arms be in your way?. |
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| 5. |
| 2:19 |
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Well, you don't care how I hurt
You don't care how I've cried You gotta learn you can't do me This way and get by with it. Well, I don't know, I don't know why But everything you tell me is a lie You gotta learn you can't do me This way and get by with it. Well, it seems at first my thirst for love Was satisfied by your sweet charms But now and then you'd lend yourself to someone else's arms If you can't, treat me right, well, at least won't you give me a try You gotta learn you can't do me This way and get by with it. You know at first my thirst for love Was satisfied by your sweet charms But now and then you'd lend yourself to someone else's arms If you can't, treat me right, well, at least won't you give me a try You gotta learn you can't do me This way and get by. You gotta learn you can't do me This way and get by with it... |
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| 6. |
| 3:22 |
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I stay up late and read a lot at night
Lately she's begun to wonder why She don't know I'm scared that I'll start talking in my sleep You're a hard secret to keep And every time she asks me where I've been A cheaters paranoia begins Scrambling for an answer anything she might believe You're a hard secret to keep One slip of the tongue's all it would take Just one little note that I forgot to throw away The slightest trace of make-up on a shirt that won't come clean You're a hard secret to keep I never meant for you to touch my heart I never meant to take one night this far How much longer can I live this double life I lead? You're a hard secret to keep One slip of the tongue's all it would take Just one little note that I forgot to throw away The slightest trace of make-up on a shirt that won't come clean You're a hard secret to keep I wonder if she feels you every time she touches me You're a hard secret to keep |
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| 7. |
| 2:52 |
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You say country like it?s a bad thing, tease me baby for the way I am.
Uptown, uptight, you?re way a living. I can never be that kind of man. You got your powdered up painted on lipstick. I got a hole in my brand new jeans. You?d never be caught dead in a pickup. I?d get mud in your limousine. Chorus So what are we doing love. You tell me, cause I give up. The odds are stacked a hundred to one. So what are we doing in love. Sweet tea, cornbread, fried green tomatoes, football, nascar, Redman chew. You?re sweet champagne and caviar kisses. I?m cheeseburgers and 90 proof. I?m a dirt poor redneck cowboy. You?re a woman of the world. I don?t know what you see in my brown eyes. You can do so much better than me. Chorus Why do you love me? I give up baby. Chorus |
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| 8. |
| 3:55 |
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Don't ruin it for the rest of us
With your braggin' that you fell in love Can't you see we're kinda busy here Swappin lies and cryin' in our beer. So you're getting married, good for you It's 1st inning, Braves are down by two Grab a seat and keep your big mouth shut And don't ruin it for the rest of us. I hardly recognized you With that smile on your face Your shirt's tucked in You shaved your chin And every hair's in place You smell a whole lot better Than any body in this bar Here's a dollar Buy yourself a cheap cigar. Don't ruin it for the rest of us With your braggin' that you fell in love Can't you see we're kinda busy here Swappin lies and cryin' in our beer. So you're getting married, good for you It's 3rd inning, Braves are down by two Grab a seat and keep your big mouth shut And don't ruin it for the rest of us. You missed the bowling season Butch blew a perfect game And when we got the new shirts printed up There was an "I" in Shooter's name. Well Ronnie's back to walkin' He got another D.U.I. So if you plan on gettin' out of here alive Don't ruin it for the rest of us With your braggin' that you fell in love Can't you see we're kinda busy here Swappin lies and cryin' in our beer. So you're getting married, good for you It's 6th inning, Braves are down by two Grab a seat and keep your big mouth shut And don't ruin it for the rest of us. Don't ruin it for the rest of us With your braggin' that you fell in love Can't you see we're kinda busy here Swappin lies and cryin' in our beer. So you're getting married, good for you It's 9th inning, we're about to lose I told ya twice to keep your pie-hole shut And don't ruin it for the rest of us. Can't you see We've been through enough Don't ruin it for the rest of us... |
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| 3:04 |
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There's a bottle of whiskey up above the stove
It's been there thirty years I know Only used for coughs and colds at mama's house In the air there's a combination Of home baked bread and pan fried bacon No, there's no mistaking mama's house It seems smaller than the day I left It don't matter how big I get I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth At mama's house Thing's round here still looks the same Like a picture in a frame The light bill's still in daddy's name at mama's house You won't find one speck of dust One dirty spoon, or coffee cup And that ol' dog will still eat you up at mama's house It seems smaller than the day I left It don't matter how big I get I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth At mama's house That driveway's still paved with white rocks Though her name ain't on the mailbox Come what may there won't ever be any doubt That's mama's house It seems smaller than the day I left It don't matter how big I get I still wipe my feet and watch my mouth She's always so glad to see me Her little boy will always be me I think I'll spent this [Incomprehensible] out And head on down to mama's house |
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| 10. |
| 3:55 |
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> Since you left I can't stay sober and I've let the grass grow over
Those pretty flowers that you planted when we moved in And the paint has started peeling, down the hall, along the ceiling Above the busted frame your picture's hangin' in The carpet's wearin' through, where I dragged around these blues And the curtain's torn in two, from me lookin' out for you Once we held it all together, but I can't do it on my own This old house has gone to pieces since you ain't home Our TV won't get no picture, there's no light-bulb in the fixture In our bedroom where you used to love on me All the memories that we once shared, they're all locked forever in there 'Cause I locked the door and I can't find the key More, the carpet's wearin' through, where I dragged around these blues And the curtain's torn in two, from me lookin' out for you Once we held it all together, but I can't do this on my own This old house has gone to pieces since you ain't home This old house has gone to pieces since you ain't home |
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| 3:10 |
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I'm standin' with somethin' in my hand
That don't look too flower like She slammed the pretty part In the door jam, left me and the stems outside On my way back from fishin' I thought if I brought a dozen roses home She'd smile when I told her There was one for each day that I'd been gone I tried to think like a woman Find out where that pretty head was at I tried to think like a woman But I don't guess a woman thinks like that I'm underneath the window With my guitar in the back yard, soakin' wet She poured what I'm afraid Might've been toilet water on my head And I thought when she heard this song I wrote her on my way back into town It would cool her off but it appears It worked the other way around I tried to think like a woman Find out where that pretty head was at I tried to think like a woman But I don't guess a woman thinks like that I'm just gettin' comfortable in the dog house When she pulls the curtains And I see her peakin' out Well, I lay here lookin' sad a while Suffer some and then she smiles It's all slowly dawnin' on me now I tried to think like a woman Where she wanted me was, right where I was at I tried to think like a woman If I was sweet though, she'd cut me some slack Oh but I don't think a woman thinks like that I know she don't |
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| 12. |
| 3:18 |
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I know it?s late, and its a lot to ask of you.
I know that you been working. Hey I?m tired too. You probably thought that last call would be the last. And that we could dim these neon lights, but not so fast. Chorus Whiskey, there?s still lips you need to kiss tonight. Bottle, there?s a hand you need to hold. Hey jukebox, and cigarettes your work here isn?t over yet. Just one more then we can all go home. There used to be a place where I spend all my nights. With kisses sweet, and loving arms to hold me tight. I hate that I have to lay this all on you. But if I can?t turn to old friends, who can I turn to. Chorus Whiskey, there?s still lips you need to kiss tonight. Bottle, there?s a hand you need to hold. Hey jukebox, and cigarettes your work here isn?t over yet. Just one more then we can all go home. Hey jukebox, and cigarettes, whiskey, bottle no your not through yet. Just one more. Yeah just one more. Oh just one more and then we can all go home. |
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| 13. |
| 4:15 |
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Well now, early one day,
I was on my way To my favorite fishin' hole. I was think I could sure use Another bottle of booze And my baits a runnin a little low, Yeah and a box of twelve gauge Would be all the rage When I'm all liquered up and I'm feelin good Well, just up the road There's a place called bubba's, Man he's got the goods And the sign says, beer bait and ammo, Yeah they got everything in between They got anything any old beer-drinkin, Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs They got your fishin hooks, They got your dirty books, They got your rebel flag on the wall, The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all. Well when I walked in I couldn't even begin To describe just a what I smelled. Lord was it the catfish bait, Or something bubba had ate, Or was it them pickled eggs on the shelf With a toothless grin, He said so step on in And make yourself right at home And I said no thank you man Just a twelve pack of cans And I'll be good to go And the sign says, beer bait and ammo, Yeah they got everything in between They got anything any old beer-drinkin, Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs They got your fishin hooks, They got your dirty books, They got your rebel flag on the wall, The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all. Yes they do! And the sign says, beer bait and ammo, Yeah they got everything in between They got anything any old beer-drinkin, Hell-raisin, bonified redneck needs They got your fishin hooks, They got your dirty books, They got your rebel flag on the wall, The sign says beer, bait, and ammo, yeah you ask me they've got it all. Walk it! |
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| 14. |
| 4:01 |
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> We had a little fight tonight buddy it got vicious
And all the way out the door, I was duckin' dishes I thought I'd let her simmer down just a few degrees So I came in here to have a beer or two or three That's when I do my best drinkin' when I'm thinkin' about her All the fussin' and fightin', leaves me dyin' of thirst Go ahead and take the keys to my car, make a little room at the bar Cause buddy when the troubles starts that's when I do my best drinkin' Now give me somethin' cold and wet in a long neck bottle Cause she said, ""Some things to me tonight that were hard to swallow"" It's gonna take me all night long to wash 'em down Cause when she makes me lose my cool one thing I've found That's when I do my best drinkin' when I'm thinkin' about her All the fussin' and fightin', leaves me dyin' of thirst Go ahead and take the keys to my car, make a little room at the bar Cause buddy when the troubles starts that's when I do my best drinkin' I ain't seein' double yet, set 'em up Joe's I ain't as think as you drunk I am, hell you outta know That's when I do my best drinkin' when I'm thinkin' about her All the fussin' and fightin', leaves me dyin' of thirst Yeah go ahead and take the keys to my car, make a little room at the bar Cause buddy when the troubles starts that's when I do my best drinkin' Well, I'll tell you when I've had enough, I'm just gettin' loosened up Cause buddy when love gets tough that's when I do my best drinkin' |
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| 15. |
| 1:36 |
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Low down leaving sun, I've done did everything that needs done
Woe is me, why can't I see, I best be leaving well enough alone Them neon light nights, couldn't stay out of fights They keep a hauntin' me and memories There is one in every crowd, for cryin' out loud Why was it always turnin' out to be me. Where does it go, the good Lord only knows It seems like it was just the other day I was down at Green Gables, hawkin' them tables And generally blowin' all my hard earned pay. Piano rolled blues, danced holes in my shoes There weren't another other way to be For loveable losers, and no account boozers And honky tonk heroes like me... |
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