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Dwight Yoakam & Earl Scruggs
At every glance, you steal from me I catch your eyes still offering You've got desire bought with deceit 'Cause borrowed love ain't never free. --- Instrumental --- I vainly swear in my starved mind To crave your look only one more time And pray not to reap what we might sow If borrowed love should start to grow. --- Instrumental --- Borrowed love, not yours for givin' Borrowed love, not mine to seek Borrowed love, this road we're takin' Toward one another's awful steep. Forgiveness for what passion wreaks Bears a hurtful cost that don't come cheap It's wages paid with misery 'Cause borrowed love ain't never free. --- Instrumental --- Borrowed love, not yours for givin' Borrowed love, not mine to seek Borrowed love, this road we're takin' Toward one another's awful steep. At every glance, you steal from me I catch your eyes still offering l got desire bought with deceit 'Cause borrowed love ain't never free... |
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Dwight Yoakam & Ricky Skaggs
Lord the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long Lord the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long Because another man Has got my woman and gone Instrumental Hey I've got those blues I'm wearing out the soles of my shoes Yes, I've got those blues I'm wearing out the soles of my shoes My gal went way and left me She left me with the doggone blues Lord the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long - Lord, Lord Lord the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long Because another man Has got my woman and gone Instrumental You'll never miss your water until the well runs dry You'll never miss your water until the well runs dry You'll never miss your woman until she says goodbye Lord the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long - Lord, Lord Lord the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long Because another man Has got my woman and gone Instrumental Ah, and I wish to the Lord you'd bring my woman back home Yeah, I wish to the Lord you'd bring my woman back home I'm not so lonesome I just don't want to be alone Lord the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long - Lord, Lord Lord the road is rocky but it won't be rocky long Because another man Has got my woman and gone... |
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(Jimmie Rodgers)
I said T for Texas T for Tennessee Oh, yeah, I said T for Texas T for Tennessee Said, T for old Thelma The gal who made a wreck out of me Well, if you don't want me momma You sure don't have to start Ah, if you don't want me momma You sure don't have to start 'Cause I can get more women Than a passenger train car Yeah, I said T for Texas T for Tennessee Whoa, T for Texas T for Tennessee I said, T for old Thelma The gal who made a wreck out of me I'm gonna buy me a pistol Just as long as I am tall I'm going to buy me a pistol Just as long as I am tall I'm gonna shoot down old mean Thelma Just to watch her jump and fall I said T for Texas T for Tennessee I said T for Texas T for Tennessee T for old Thelma The gal who made a wreck out of me Gonna buy me a shotgun With a great long shiny barrel, oh yeah I'm gonna buy me a shotgun With a great long shiny barrel Gonna shoot down that rounder That stole away my girl I'm going where the water Tastes like cherry wine Yeah, I'm going where the water Tastes like cherry wine 'Cause the water down here in Georgia Tastes like turpentine I said T for Texas T for Tennessee Oh I said, T for Texas T for Tennessee I said T for old Thelma The gal who made a wreck out of me Oh yeah, women make a fool out of me |
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Truckin' - got my chips cashed in
Keep Truckin' - like the doodah man Together - more or less in line Just keep truckin' on Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street Chicago, New York, Detroit, it's all the same street Your typical city involved in a typical daydream Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings Dallas - got a soft machine Houston - too close to New Orleans New York - got the ways and means But just won't let you be Most of the cats you meet on the street speak of True Love Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home One of these days they know they gotta get goin' Out of the door and down to the street all alone Truckin' - like the doodah man Once told me you got to play your hand Sometimes - the cards ain't worth a damn If you don't lay 'em down Sometimes the light's all shining on me Other times I can barely see Lately it occurs to me What a long strange trip it's been Hey, what in the world ever became of sweet Jane? She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same Living on reds, vitamin see and cocaine All a friend can say is "Ain't it a shame" Truckin' - up to Buffalo Been thinkin' - you got to mellow slow Take time - you pick a place to go And just keep truckin' on Sitting and staring out of a hotel window Got a tip they're kicking the door in again I'd like to get some sleep before I travel But if you got a warrant I guess you're gonna come in Busted - down on Bourbon Street Set up - like a bowling pin Knocked down - it gets to wearing thin They just won't let you be You're sick of hanging around and you'd like to travel Get tired of traveling, you'd like to settle down I guess they can't revoke your soul for trying Get out of the door - light out and look all around Sometimes the light's all shining on me Other times I can barely see Lately it occurs to me What a long strange trip it's been Truckin' - I'm a goin' home Whoa - oh, baby, back where I belong Back home - sit down and patch my bones And get back truckin' on |
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(Written by Bob Wills)
--- Instrumental --- Deep within my heart lies a melody A song of old San Antone Where in dreams I live with a memory Beneath the stars all alone It was there I found beside the Alamo Enchantment strange as the blue, up above A moonlit path that only she would know Still hears my broken song of love Moon in all your splendor knows only my heart Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone Lips so sweet and tender like petals fallin' apart Speak once again of my love, my own Broken song, empty words I know Still live in my heart all alone For that moonlit pass by the Alamo And Rose, my Rose of San Antone --- Instrumental --- |
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Just a ragged kid in overalls,
He thumbed a ride one day He said, "Anywhere you're headed on my way." But as we passed by Big Al's drive-in His eyes began to flash He was leavin' Rapid City mighty fast. He said, "I hope to God she finds The good-bye letter that I wrote her But the mail don't move to fast In Rapid City, South Dakota." --- Instrumental --- Well, he left her just a blanket Of snow upon the farm And that don't keep your conscience very warm. He said his friends were too durn country And his pa was too damn mean And there ain't no money pumpin' gasoline. And her gentle eyes, the merchandise Of dreams the peddler sold her As he left her there in Rapid City, South Dakota. Now the reason he was goin', I ain't sure I could say, Might've been the rodeo in Santa F'. "There's a doctor in chicago, I know she'll be all right." He told himself as he stared into the night. And he said, "I hope to God she finds The good-bye letter that I wrote her But the mail don't move so fast In Rapid City, South Dakota." And all her people treatin' her Just like they never knowed her Lord, the winter's passin' slow In Rapid City, South Dakota. |
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I've been waiting here in Louisville
Lots of time to kill, waiting here for you I've had to get a job in Louisville Cause my hotel bill is six weeks overdue You called to say you were leaving That Kentucky was half away I love this old river town but I never meant to stay I've been waiting here in Louisville You got until my bus leaves for L.A. Let's not fool ourselves there's something wrong You don't belong to me now I can tell Six long weeks it took, but it's a game You never meant to come to Louisville You come to see here believing That Kentucky was half away I love this old river town but I never meant to stay I've been waiting here in Louisville You got until my bus leaves for L.A. You come to see here believing That Kentucky was half away I love this old river town but I never meant to stay Six long weeks this took but it's a game You never meant to come here anyway I've been waiting here in Louisville You got until my bus leaves for L.A. You got until my bus leaves for L.A. |
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Holding things together
Ain't no easy thing to do When it comes to raisin' children It's a job - meant for two Alice, please believe me I can't go on and on Holding things together With you gone. Today was Angie's birthday I guess it slipped your mind 'Cause I tried twice to call you With no answer either time The postman brought a package I mailed some days ago I just signed it love from mama So Angie wouldn't know. Holding things together Ain't no easy thing to do When it comes to raisin' children It's a job - meant for two Alice, please believe me I can't go on and on Holding things together With you gone. Holding things together With you gone. |
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