Johnny Paycheck - Biggest Hits (1987)

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RELEASE DATE:	1987-04-07
DURATION:	33:29
# OF TRACKS:	10
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	컨트리 트레디셔널 컨트리 홍키 통크
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	50

TRACKS

Disc 1

I Can't Hold Myself In Line

3:26

2:55

3:35

(Written by Phil Thomas)

Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas.
Was drinkin' Colorado Kool-Aid and talkin' to some Mexicans,
An' we was....what's that you say?
What's Colorado Kool-Aid?

Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream.
It'll set you head on fire an' make your kidneys scream,
Oh, it sure is fine.
Yeah, we was havin' ourselves one of them real good times.

But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in,
Some big, mean drunk who just ain't got no friend,
Sure enough, he wants to fight,
Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in sight.

Well, he took him a big swallow of beer,
And he spit in my Mexican friends ear.
And, sure enough, that made my buddie real mad.
That's somethin' like he ain't never had.

Well, sir, he pulled out a big, long switch blade knife;
Quick as a whistle he began to slice.
An, that big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears,
Lookin' down at the floor, an' one of his ears.

Ha, he cut that thing off, even with the sideburns.
You might say the little Mexican fella, he just didn't give a durn.
But he was a gentleman about it, an' bent over and with a half way
grin,
Picked it up and handed it back to him.

He said: "Now big man, you get the urge to spit a little beer,
"Just open up your hand there, and spit it in your own ear.
"Won't be no trouble that way." That's what I heard him say.

And I said: "Barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
"An while you're up their, bring this big fella, here, a box of Band
aids."

Now let me tell you: if you're ever ridin' down in south of Texas,
Decide to stop an' drink some Colorado Kool-Aid,
An' maybe talk to some Mexicans,
An' you get the urge to get a little tough,
Better make damn sure you got your knife proof ear-muff.

Hey, ain't that right big man? I said ain't that right big man?
Ah, hell he can't hear, not on this side anyway, he ain't got no ear.

Hey barmaid, bring us all a big, tall glass of that Colorado Kool-Aid.
How about it?

How you doin', big man? Still got your ear there in your hand?

Fade out.

(Written by Phil Thomas)

Well, I was sittin' in this beer joint down in Houston, Texas. 
Was drinkin' Colorado Kool-Aid and talkin' to some Mexicans, 
An' we was....what's that you say? 
What's Colorado Kool-Aid?

Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream. 
It'll set you head on fire an' make your kidneys scream, 
Oh, it sure is fine. 
Yeah, we was havin' ourselves one of them real good times.

But you know every beer joint that you've ever been in, 
Some big, mean drunk who just ain't got no friend, 
Sure enough, he wants to fight, 
Yeah, he's gonna whip everything in sight.

Well, he took him a big swallow of beer, 
And he spit in my Mexican friends ear. 
And, sure enough, that made my buddie real mad. 
That's somethin' like he ain't never had.

Well, sir, he pulled out a big, long switch blade knife; 
Quick as a whistle he began to slice. 
An, that big mean drunk stood back, his face full of tears, 
Lookin' down at the floor, an' one of his ears.

Ha, he cut that thing off, even with the sideburns. 
You might say the little Mexican fella, he just didn't give a durn. 
But he was a gentleman about it, an' bent over and with a half way 
grin, 
Picked it up and handed it back to him.

He said: "Now big man, you get the urge to spit a little beer, 
"Just open up your hand there, and spit it in your own ear. 
"Won't be no trouble that way." That's what I heard him say.

And I said: "Barmaid, set us up a round of that Colorado Kool-Aid. 
"An while you're up their, bring this big fella, here, a box of Band 
aids."

Now let me tell you: if you're ever ridin' down in south of Texas, 
Decide to stop an' drink some Colorado Kool-Aid, 
An' maybe talk to some Mexicans, 
An' you get the urge to get a little tough, 
Better make damn sure you got your knife proof ear-muff.

Hey, ain't that right big man? I said ain't that right big man? 
Ah, hell he can't hear, not on this side anyway, he ain't got no ear.

Hey barmaid, bring us all a big, tall glass of that Colorado Kool-Aid. 
How about it?

How you doin', big man? Still got your ear there in your hand?

Fade out.

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Yesterday's News Just Hit Home Today

Johnny Paycheck

3:22

The Outlaw's Prayer

Johnny Paycheck

5:02

You know, I worked the Big Packet show in Fort Worth, Saturday night,
We had all day Sunday to rest and relax, before I caught another flight.
So I decided to walk down town an' get myself a little fresh air.
Before long, I found myself in front of a big church on the corner of the square.

Boy, I could hear that singin' way out in the street, sure was a beautiful sound.
So I just walked up the steps an' opened the door an' started to go inside an' sit down.
But before I could, a young man walked over to me an said: "Excuse me, Sir,
"But I can't let you in with that big black hat, those jeans, that beard an' long hair.

So I just left, went back outside, sat down on that kerbing, an I thought to myself:
That's the house of the Lord. That guy's got the hell of a nerve.
Tellin' me I can't worship anywhere I please.
So right there, in front of that Church, I just knelt down on my knees.

I said: "Lord, I know I don't look like much, but I didn't think you'd mind.
"I just wanted to be with your people, Lord: it's been a long time.
"A while ago, a saw a wino over there in the alley, all bent over in tears,
"An' I thought how one stained glass window, from this Church, would feed his family for years."

"Then there's those fine cars parked outside: too many for me to count.
"Made me think how people walked for days to hear your sermon on the mount.
"Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin' like they really love it.
"Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my show: drinkin' beer, screamin: 'Sing Shove It.'

"You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place,
"With his coat made of Camel hair an' sandals on his feet an' a long beard on his face.
"You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children, an' take 'em beyond the clouds,
"To live forever in Heaven with you: well, I'd sure hate to be in this crowd.

"You know, Lord, I'm not perfect; some even call me no count.
"But I'll tell you: I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, not what's in his bank account.
"So if this is what religion is: a big car, a suit an' a tie,
"Then I might as well forget it Lord, 'cause I can't qualify.

"Oh, by the way, Lord, right before they kicked me out, didn't I see a picture of you?
"With sandals an' a beard. Believe you had long hair too."
"Well, this is Paycheck, signing off.
"I'll be seein' you Lord, I hope."

Boy, I could hear that singin' way out in the street, sure was a beautiful sound. 
So I just walked up the steps an' opened the door an' started to go inside an' sit down. 
But before I could, a young man walked over to me an said: "Excuse me, Sir, 
"But I can't let you in with that big black hat, those jeans, that beard an' long hair.

So I just left, went back outside, sat down on that kerbing, an I thought to myself: 
That's the house of the Lord. That guy's got the hell of a nerve. 
Tellin' me I can't worship anywhere I please. 
So right there, in front of that Church, I just knelt down on my knees.

I said: "Lord, I know I don't look like much, but I didn't think you'd mind. 
"I just wanted to be with your people, Lord: it's been a long time. 
"A while ago, a saw a wino over there in the alley, all bent over in tears, 
"An' I thought how one stained glass window, from this Church, would feed his family for years."

"Then there's those fine cars parked outside: too many for me to count. 
"Made me think how people walked for days to hear your sermon on the mount. 
"Then there's those fine ladies in the choir, Lord, singin' like they really love it. 
"Hell, last night, they were dancin' on the front row of my show: drinkin' beer, screamin: 'Sing Shove It.'

"You know, even John the Baptist wouldn't be welcome in this place, 
"With his coat made of Camel hair an' sandals on his feet an' a long beard on his face. 
"You know, Lord, when you come back to get your children, an' take 'em beyond the clouds, 
"To live forever in Heaven with you: well, I'd sure hate to be in this crowd.

"You know, Lord, I'm not perfect; some even call me no count. 
"But I'll tell you: I believe a man is judged by what's in his heart, not what's in his bank account. 
"So if this is what religion is: a big car, a suit an' a tie, 
"Then I might as well forget it Lord, 'cause I can't qualify.

"Oh, by the way, Lord, right before they kicked me out, didn't I see a picture of you? 
"With sandals an' a beard. Believe you had long hair too." 
"Well, this is Paycheck, signing off. 
"I'll be seein' you Lord, I hope."

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Drinkin' And Drivin'

Johnny Paycheck

3:03

Drinkin' and Drivin'

Five Dollars worth of Regular, Three Dollars worth of wine
Just hand me a road map, show me the state line
I got the blues on my bumper, Lord, I gotta leave 'em behind
Yeah, I'm gonna drink and drive that woman right off of my mind

She bought a ticket for Texas, left me late last night
I got a ticket this morning for a D.U.I.
10-4 Ten Dollars is my very last dime
I'm gonna take it and drink and drive that woman right off of my mind

Breaker, Breaker, this is Heartache, now hear me loud and clear
I got a memory on my tailgate, Hey-hey, and old smokey's on my rear
I'm gonna chase my headlights till I can drink me blind
I'm gonna be drinkin' and drivin' that woman right off of my mind

[Guitar]

She took my Grandma's picture and everything I had
I'm half tanked on misery, I've never felt so bad
My walls are filled with nothin' I can't face 'em tonight
So I'm-a gonna keep drinkin' and drivin' that woman right off of my mind

Breaker, Breaker, this is Heartache, now hear me loud and clear
I got a memory on my tailgate, Lord, and old smokey's on my rear
I'm gonna chase my headlights till I can drink me blind
I'm gonna be drinkin' and drivin' that woman right off of my mind

Fifteen Beers

Johnny Paycheck

2:40

[Incomprehensible]

I drank fifteen beers
That's a whole lot of brew in one night
When you try to drown a memory from your mind
It took me fifteen beers to get here
I don't know how many more till I leave
Take my change in tears and drink fifteen beers

Well I rolled into Joe's about six-fifteen
And I was ready to pour 'em down
Because at eight o'clock Delilah was a-meeting me there
Well I thought I would have a pour just to loosen up
'Cause we were really gonna swing tonight
I could already see her face and touch her long red hair

Well at nine thirty-five I thought man a live
What could be a-holding her up
Just then a man in a long black Cadillac
Came in and told little Joe filler up
While he was cleaning off the windows a-kissing he saw
In the back and it was soft as rain
It was Delilah sipping on pink champaign

I drank fifteen beers
That's a whole lot of brew for one man
When you try to drown a memory from your mind, yeah
It took fifteen beers to forget you
I don't know how many more to just get
While he holds Delilah near I'll drink fifteen beers
Bring it on

I drank fifteen beers
And that's a whole lot of brew in one night
When you try to drown a memory from your mind
It took me fifteen beers to get here
I don't know how many more till I leave
I'll take my change in tears and drink my fifteen beers

My fifteen beers how many that six or seven
Fifteen beers just keep bringing them son
Fifteen beers that's what I need
Bring me that fifteen beers
And by the way bring me [Incomprehensible]

11 Months And 29 Days

Johnny Paycheck

3:45

Friend, Lover, Wife

Johnny Paycheck

3:05

Let me tell you about the woman I know once

She don't drink, she don't smoke
She can't stand a dirty joke
She don't hang out till the morning light
She don't have to get high, Lord, to get it right
She's a friend, she's a lover, ooh, she's my wife

But I'll take a drink, Lord and I'll have a smoke
And I've told some down right filthy jokes
I've been known to hang out till the morning light
Been known to get high trying to get it right
But that's just me, you saw, that's just me

Well if you don't know my woman
You might think she's square
But if you wanna see that woman
When she lets down her hair
She's the damnest thing
That's ever walk into my life, hello

She's a friend, she's a lover, she's my wife
[Incomprehensible] my wife, son and yours too

I wear jeans and she wears silk
I like beer and she likes milk
She can be soft like a summer rain
But lock them doors at night, she's a hurricane
She's a friend, she's a lover, ooh, she's my wife

Lord, it's still a mystery what she sees in me
She said long as I want her, she'll never set me free
She's a damnest thing that's ever walk into my life, hello

She's a friend, she's a lover, she's my wife
She's a friend, she's a lover, she's my wife

She's a friend, she's a lover
She's a fox, she's a mother
She's my friend, she's my lover, hey she's my wife