Merle Haggard - His Epic Hits (1985) by Merle Haggard (보컬) on maniadb.com

Reasons to quit the smoke and booze don't do me like before
And I'm hardly ever sober and my old friends don't come around much anymore
Reasons to quit below it always lower than the high
And the reasons to quit don't out number all the reasons why
So we keep smokin' and we keep drinkin' havin' fun and never thinkin'
Laughin' at the price tags that we pay
And we keep rollin' down the fast lane like two young men feelin' no pain
And the reasons for quittin's gettin' bigger each day
Reasons to quit I can't afford the habit all the time
I need to be sober I need to write some new songs that will rhyme
Reasons to quit they have no rhyme or reason when you're high
And the reasons to quit don't out number all the reasons why

We keep smokin' and we keep drinkin'...
And the reasons for quittin's gettin' bigger each day

My legs and my feet
Have walked 'till they can't hardly move from tryin' to please you
And my back is sore
From bendin' over backwards to just lay the world at your door.

I've tried so hard to keep a smile on a sad face while deep down
It's breakin' my heart
And as sure as the sunshines I'll be a lifetime
Not knowin' if I've done my part

'Cause You Take Me For Granted And it's breakin' my heart
As sure as the sunshines I'll be a lifetime
Not knowin' if I've done my part.

I've been throwing horseshoes
Over my left shoulder
I've spent most all my life
Looking for that four-leafed clover

But you ran with me,
Chasing all my rainbows
Honey I love you, too
And that's the way love goes.

That's the way love goes, babe
That's the music God made
For all the world to sing
It never gets old; it grows
Losing makes me sorry
You say,

I wish a buck was still silver and it was back when the country was strong.
Back before Elvis and before the Vietnam war came along.
Before the Beatles and yesterday when a man could still work and still would.
Is the best of the free life behind us now and are the good times really over for good ?

Are we rollin' downhill like a snowball headed for hell?
With no kind of chance for the flag or the liberty bell?
I wish a Ford or a Chevy would still last ten years like they should.
Is the best of the free life behind us now and are the good times really over for good?

I wish Coke was still cola and a joint was a bad place to be.
It was back before Nixon lied to us all on TV.
Before Microwave ovens when a girl could still cook, and still would.
Is the best of the free life behind us now and are the good times really over for good ?

Are we rollin' downhill like a snowball headed for hell?
With no kind of chance for the flag or the liberty bell?
I wish a Ford or a Chevy would still last ten years like they should.
Is the best of the free life behind us now and are the good times really over for good?

Stop rollin' downhill like a snowball headed for hell.
Standup for the flag, and let's all ring the liberty bell.
Let's make a Ford and a Chevy that'll still last ten years like they should...
The best of the free life is still yet to come and the good times ain't really

I'm tired of this dirty old city.
Entirely too much work and never enough play.
And I'm tired of these dirty old sidewalks.
Think I'll walk off my steady job today.

Turn me loose, set me free, somewhere in the middle of Montanna.
And gimme all I got comin' to me,
And keep your retirement and your so called social security.
Big City turn me loose and set me free.

Been working everyday since I was twenty.
Haven't got a thing to show for anything I've done.
There's folks who never work and they've got plenty.
Think it's time some guys like me had some fun.

Turn me loose, set me free, somewhere in the middle of Montanna.
And gimme all I got comin' to me,
And keep your retirement and your so called social security.
Big City turn me loose and set me free.

Living on the road my friend,
Was gonna keep you free and clean.
Now you wear your skin like iron,
Your breath as hard as kerosene.
You weren't your mama's only boy,
But her favorite one it seems.
She began to cry when you said goodbye,
And sank into your dreams.

Pancho was a bandit boy,
His horse was fast as polished steel.
He wore his gun outside his pants
For all the honest world to feel.
Pancho met his match you know
On the deserts down in Mexico,
Nobody heard his dying words,
Ah but that's the way it goes.

All the Federales say
They could have had him any day
They only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose.

Lefty, he can't sing the blues
All night long like he used to.
The dust that Pancho bit down south
Ended up in Lefty's mouth.
The day they laid poor Pancho low,
Lefty split for Ohio.
Where he got the bread to go,
There ain't nobody knows.

All the Federales say
We could have had him any day.
We only let him slip away
Out of kindness, I suppose.

The poets tell how Pancho fell,
And Lefty's living in cheap hotels
The desert's quiet, Cleveland's cold,
And so the story ends we're told.
Pancho needs your prayers it's true,
But save a few for Lefty too.
He only did what he had to do,
And now he's growing old.

All the Federales say
We could have had him any day.
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose.

A few gray Federales say
We could have had him any day
We only let him go so long
Out of kindness, I suppose.

Someday when things are good, I'm gonna leave you.
I can't seem to go when things are bad.
I'll be one more love that you can dream about,
And one more man that you can say you've had.

You'll always be the kind to dream of yesterday.
And a way of life I never understood.
And someday soon I'll be just one more memory.
And you'll call my name when things are not so good.

Someday when things are good, I'm gonna leave you.
I can't seem to go when things are bad.
I'll be one more love that you can dream about,
And one more man that you can say you've had.

The first time we met is a favorite mem'ry of mine.
They say time changes all it pertains to
But your memory is stronger than time.
I guess everything does change except what you choose to recall.

There's a million good daydreams to dream on
But, baby, you are My Favorite Mem'ry of all.

Like the night we made love in the hallway,
Slept all night long on the floor.
Like the winter we spent at Lake Shasta alone, and closer than ever before.

And I remember that London vacation.
It was you who made the whole thing a ball.
There's a million good-times I could dwell on,

But, baby, you are My Favorite Mem'ry of all.
My Favorite Memory

Rollin with the flow
Going where the lonely go
Anywhere the lights are low
Going where the lonely go

Making up things to do
Not running in all directions
Trying to find you
I'm rollin with the flow
Going where the lonely go
I've got to keep rollin
I can't lay down

Sleep won't hardly come
When theres loneliness all around
I've got to keep goin
Travling down this lonesome road
I'm rollin with the flow
Goin where the lonely go

C.C.Waterback, one tequila sunrise
One's for my achin' head, the other's for my bloodshot eyes
And last night I let it all hang out, I guess that's how my head got sore
C.C. Waterback, I can't stand the pain no more

Last night we got invited to a party at the Jones' place
For fun and games and booze and things
I guess, I must've drank a case

But that lady of mine, she drank warm red wine
'Til she couldn't even find the door
She wound up in ol' Jones' bed
And I wound up on the floor, hang, I give you

C.C. Waterback, one tequila sunrise
One's for my achin' head the other's for my bloodshot eyes
Last night we let it all hang out, I guess that's how our heads got sore
C.C. Waterback, I can't stand the pain no more

And I said, C.C. Waterback, one tequila sunrise
One's for my achin' head the other's for my bloodshot eyes
Last night I let it all hang out, I guess that's how my head got sore
I said, C.C. Waterback, I can't stand the pain no more