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Well I ain't afraid of die'n,It's the though of being dead
I wanna go on being me once my eulogys been read Don't spread my ashes out to sea, don't lay me down to rest You can put my mind to ease if you fill my last request Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just let my headstone be a neon sign Just let in burn in memory of all of my good times Fix me up with a manican just remember i like blondes Ill be the life of the party even when im dead and gone Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Just make your next selection and while your still in line You can pay you last respects one quarter at a time Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight fill my boots up with sand put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to heaven but I don't wanna go tonight fill my boots up with sand put a stiff drink in my hand prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Oh prop me up beside the jukebox if I die |
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| 3:29 |
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| 2:26 |
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They got a vintage Victrola 1951
Full of my favorite records that I grew up on They got ole Hank and Lefty and there's B24 Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor'. Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor' I'm gonna spend the night like every night before Playin' ET and I'll play him some more I've gotta have a shot of them old troubadours. Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor'. Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor'. All my neon neighbors they like what I play Cause they've heard it every night since you've walked away Every day they replace old B24 'Cause every night I run a needle through 'Walking The Floor' Every night I run a needle through 'Walking The Floor'. I'm gonna spend the night like every night before Playin' ET and I'll play him some more I've gotta have a shot of them old troubadours. Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor' Set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor' I said set 'em up Joe, and play 'Walking The Floor' |
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| 3:52 |
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Well, every evening when the news is over
And the moon is a climbing high I crank up my old pickup trick And baby down the road I fly Just to find a spot down in the parking lot Of a place they call Big Jeans Then I walk on in and the night begins In the same familiar scene I'm a honky tonker And I feel all right Yeah, I'm a honker tonker I'm a neon light Well, my momma told me and my poppa told me "Son there's more to life than beer Why ain't you more like your brother Drew He's a petroleum engineer Why don't you cut your ties with all them old bar flies And try to straighten up your life You need to quit that drinkin' Start a thinkin' 'bout a house, some kids and a wife" But daddy, I'm a honky tonker Yeah, and you can't dig that I'm a honky tonker I'm a juke joint cat Yeah they tell me I'm lazy baby tell me I'm crazy Tell me I'm not so smart Just the same ole sins I say it's self-defense Well, I sure got a happy heart All right, all right Well, every evening when the news is over And the moon is a climbing high I crank up my old pickup truck And baby down the road, baby down the road I fly I'm a honky tonker Honey, that's my style Said I'm a honky tonker Yeah, I'm a deuces wild Wild, wild, wild, wild, wild I'm a honky tonker And I can't help that Yeah, I'm a honky tonker Just a juke joint cat Honky tonkin' That's just fine Yeah, honky tonkin' Baby gonna walk no line No, no, no |
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| 3:26 |
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"Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues"
Every time I hear a fiddle and it's cookin' just a little Well it makes me want to jump up and run And if he's sawing with some soul boogie woogie rock n' roll Well I know I'm gonna have some fun And when the resin starts to fly and I'm looking in the eye Like I'm just about to blow a fuse Mama call the doctor 'cause your boy has got The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues I met a man from Tenessee this is what he said to me He said music is a rhapsody He picked up his violin stuck it underneath his chin And started playing me a symphony I said that ain't the way it's done let me see that fiddle son And I sawed him off a chorus or two He said you'd better call the doctor 'cause I think I've got The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues Now if you want to play me some fiddle I'll tell you right from the start You'd better play me something lowdown hoedown honking I don't want to hear no funeral march It's got to pick me up and roll me over It's got to make me want to jump up and sing If it ain't buzzing like a beehive, kick it into overdrive Or it don't mean a doggone thing So let me resin up my bow and I think I can show you The way I like to play this thing Let's put some boogie rhythm in it kick it on up to the limit I'm gonna put some fire on these strings And if you feel your feet start moving to the beat And you feel like you've got ants in your shoes Well you'd better call the doctor 'cause you've probably got The rocking Boogie Woogie Fiddle Country Blues |
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| 3:45 |
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Well, I'm just a bartender
And I don't like my work But I don't mind the money at all I've seen lots of sad faces And lots of bad cases Of folks with their backs to the wall Chorus: But I got four walls around me, to hold my life To keep me from going astray And a honky tonk angel, to hold me tight To keep me from slipping away Well I can light up your smokes I can laugh at your jokes I can watch you fall down on your knees I can close down this bar Oh and gas up my car And I can pack up and mail in my keys Chorus: But I got four walls around me, to hold my life To keep me from going astray And a honky tonk angel, to hold me tight To keep me from slipping away Now the smoke fills the air Of this honky tonk bar And I'm thinkin' bout where I'd rather be But I burned all my bridges And I sunk all my ships And I'm stranded at the edge of the sea Chorus: But I got four walls around me, to hold my life To keep me from going astray And a honky tonk angel, to hold me tight To keep me from slipping away... |
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| 3:48 |
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Well the beer's on the bar and the smoke fills the air
And there's a fool in every corner man I just don't care Tight pants, line dance, stetson hats and cowboy boots They got a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude Well the waitress never leaves you with a half-empty glass And every girl's on the dance floor shakin' her... well It's a two step, three step, outta step, country mood They got a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude Well now everybody knows that's where everybody goes Just to dance away their blues So leave your cares behind, it's just a state of mind What have you got to lose Hey bartender pour us another round, We're just get gettin' started don't shut us down We need a slow dance, romanced, last chance rendezvous We need a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude If you've got a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude Yeah you need a Friday night, get right, honky tonk attitude |
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