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Well I say friend don't take her she's all I've got
Please don't take her love away from me I'm beggin' you friend don't take her she's all I've got She's everything in life I'll ever need She is life when I wanna live she's everything to me in life that life can give She's my water when I need to drink She's the first thought in my mind each time I try to think Let me tell you now friend... She's my fingers when I want to feel She's the only thing in life to me that's really real She is love she's all the love I know She could kiss the ground in the wintertime and make the flower grow Let me tell you now friend... |
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| 2. |
| 2:57 |
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I could search from now to the end of time
And never find another you I'm so glad, because I know you're mine Someone to give my love to I believe, my love, that you're one of a kind For there's no one else like you You're the light of my life, so let it shine Someone to give my love to I find happiness is lovin' you I'll do my best to make your dreams come true I will follow you to the end of the earth For my place will be with you I have taken you for better or worse Someone to give my love to I find happiness is lovin' you I'll do my best to make your dreams come true Days of man-and-wife-time are precious few I will spend them all with you Then beyond forever, I'll wait for you Someone to give my love to Mhmm mhmm mhmm |
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| 2:41 | 
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| 4. |
| 2:08 |
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(Johnny Paycheck)
Mr. Lovemaker, don't let anyone take her I need that woman's love to set me free Mr. Lovemaker, don't let anyone take her Till I can make her love me. Hey, I know you're out there somewhere And I know you've got the power to make her care If you've ever thought of helping me help me now Take her by the hand and guide her to my arms somehow. Mr. Lovemaker, don't let anyone take her I need that woman's love to set me free Mr. Lovemaker, don't let anyone take her Till I can make her love me. Mr. Lovemaker, don't let anyone take her I need that woman's love to set me free Mr. Lovemaker, don't let anyone take her Till I can make her love me... |
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| 2:32 |
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Well I'm a song and dance man come on gather round me and clap your hands
Bring your tips boys and put 'em in the ol' tin can Buy me a drink boys and I'll do a little bit of the old soft shoe Put a little somethin' in the kitty and I'll sing and dance for you I'll play a number and you can do the buck and wing Or sing any sad song that you wanna hear me sing Just name your pleasure then dig down in your jeans My body needs a beverage and my guitar needs some strings Cause I'm a song and dance man... Well I caught pneumonia from walkin' in a pourin' rain But I found heaven in a little room in New Orleans loved me till I got strong Then I caught me a freight right out of her heart and I wrote about it in a song Cause I'm a song and dance man... I'm a song and dance man... |
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| 3:45 |
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Busted in Austin, walkin' around in a daze
I'm sittin' in a slammer lookin' out through these bars in a haze But it'll all clear up in 11 months and 29 days Keep the Lone Star cold, the dance floor hot while I'm gone Keep the Lone Star cold, the dance floor hot while I'm gone Keep your hands off my woman, I ain't gonna be gone that long That old judge put a sledgehammer in my hand when he said I'm gonna sent you to Huntsville, shave your face and your head I'm doin' 11/29, boys with a cement floor for my bed Busted in Austin walkin' around in a daze, yes, I was Now I'm sittin' in a slammer lookin' out the bars through a haze But it'll all clear up in 11 months and 29 days, hey Lord |
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| 2:54 |
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| 8. |
| 3:06 |
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| 9. |
| 3:35 |
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(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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| 2:07 |
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| 11. |
| 3:06 |
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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 |
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| 2:18 |
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| 13. |
| 3:03 |
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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 |
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| 3:11 |
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| 15. |
| 5:03 |
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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." |
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| 2:37 |
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(David Allan Coe)
(Chorus) Take this job and shove it I ain't workin' here no more My woman done left and took all the reasons I was working for Ya better not try to stand in my way As I'm walkin', out the door Take this job and shove it I ain't workin' here no more Well, I been working in this factory for now on fifteen years All this time, I watched my woman drownin' in a pool of tears And I've seen alot of good folk die who had a lot of bills to pay I'd give the shirt right off of my back if I had the guts to say... (Chorus) The foreman, he's a regular dog The line boss, he's a fool He got a brand new flat top haircut Lord, he thinks he's cool One of these days, I'm gonna blow my top and that sucker, he's gonna pay Lord, I can't wait to see their faces when I get the nerve to say... (Chorus) Take this job and shove it! |
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