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I once though of love as a prison
A place I didn't want to be. So long ago, I made a decision To be footloose and fancy-free. But you came and I was so tempted To gamble on love just one time. I never thought that I would get caught. It seemed like a perfect crime. Baby, you left me defenseless, But I've only got one plea. Lock me away inside of your love, And throw away the key. I'm guilty, of love in the first degree. I thought it would be so simple, Like a thousand times before. I'd take what I wanted and just walk away. But I never made it to the door. Now, babe I'm not begging for mercy. Go ahead and throw the book at me. If lovin' you's a crime, I know that I'm as guilty as a man can be. Baby, you left me defenseless. But I've only got one plea. Lock me away inside of your love, And throw away the key. I'm guilty, of love in the first degree. Love in the first degree. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. Baby, you left me defenseless. But I've only got one plea. Lock me away inside of your love, And throw away the key. I'm guilty, of love in the first degree. Love in the first degree. Oh yeah. Love in the first degree. Love in the first degree. Oh yeah. Love in the first degree. Love in the first degree. Love in the first degree. Love in the first degree... |
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| 2. |
| 4:12 |
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(Words and Music by Randy Owen)
Spoken: "You see that mountain over there? Yeah? Well, one of these days I'm gonna climb that mountain". Chorus: Oh, play me some mountain music, Like grandma and grandpa used to play. Then I'll float on down the river To a Cajun hideaway. Drift away like Tom Sawyer, ride a raft with ol' Huck Finn. Take a nap like Rip Van Winkle, daze dreamin' again. Chorus Oh, play me some mountain music, Like grandma and grandpa used to play. Then I'll float on down the river To a Cajun hideaway. Swim across the river, just to prove that I'm a man. Spend the day bein' lazy, just bein' nature's friend. Climb a long tall hick'ry. Bend it over, skinnin' cats. Playin' baseball with chert rocks, usin' sawmill slabs for bats. Bridge: Play some back-home, come-on music That comes from the heart. Play something with lots of feelin', 'Cause that's where music has to start. Oh, play me some mountain music, Like grandma and grandpa used to play. Then I'll float on down the river To a Cajun hideaway, hey hey. Oh play me mountain music. Oh play me mountain music. Oh play me mountain music. Oh play me mountain music. |
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| 3. |
| 4:54 |
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We live in the land of plenty
But many things aren't plenty anymore Like the water from our sink They say its not safe to drink You gotta go and buy it at the store Now we're told there's a hole in the ozone Look what's washing on the beach And Lord, I believe, from the heavens to the seas We're bringing Mother Nature to her knees So let's leave some blue up above us Let's leave some green on the ground It's only ours to borrow, let's save some for tomorrow Leave it and pass it on down Well there's a change taking place way on the mountains Acid rain is falling on the leaves And down in Brazil, the fires are burning still How we gonna breathe without them trees So let's leave some blue up above us Let's leave some green on the ground It's only ours to borrow, let's save some for tomorrow Leave it and pass it on down There's a place where I live called the Canyon Where Daddy taught me to swim And that water, it's so pure And I'm gonna make sure Daddy's grandkids can swim there like him Now we all oughta feel just a little bit guilty When we look into the eyes of our kids 'Cause brothers it's a fact, if we take and don't put back They'll have to pay for all we did So let's leave some blue up above us Let's leave some green on the ground It's only ours to borrow, let's save some for tomorrow Leave it and pass it on down So let's leave some blue up above us (above us) Let's leave some green on the ground (on the ground) It's only ours to borrow, let's save some for tomorrow Leave it and pass it on down So let's leave some blue up above us (above us) Let's leave some green on the ground (on the ground) It's only ours to borrow, let's save some for tomorrow Leave it and pass it on down So let's leave some blue up above us Let's leave some green on the ground It's only ours to borrow, let's save some for tomorrow Leave it and pass it on down Leave it and pass it on down... |
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| 4. |
| 3:39 |
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In the corner of my mind stands a jukebox
It's playin' all my favorite mem-o-ries One by one, they take me back To the days when you were mine And I can't stop this jukebox in my mind. I don't need no quarters, don't need any dime You filled it up forever When you said good-bye Heaven knows I love old melodies They were meant to ease the pain But the kind that's playin' on my mind Are drivin' me insane. In the corner of my mind stands a jukebox It's playin' all my favorite mem-o-ries One by one, they take me back To the days when you were mine And I can't stop this jukebox in my mind. Song by song, those melodies Were meant to ease the pain But the kind that's playin' on my mind Are drivin' me insane; In the corner of my mind stands a jukebox It's playin' all my favorite mem-o-ries One by one, they take me back To the days when you were mine And I can't stop this jukebox in my mind. |
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| 3:08 |
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Oh, southern star, how I wish you would shine
And show me the way to get home Well I'm blue-collar branded, and stuck in a mill Hard work is a way of life for me Well I'm too young to live like I'm over the hills And too old to be wild and free. My heart is onward bound. I'm rolling with the feeling and I can't slow down I need a guiding light. Shining down to lead me through the night Oh, southern star, how I wish you would shine And show me the way to get home. Oh, hey my D.J. friend, would you play me one more song And let my mind just go and drift away Now we all have a dream....and a place where we belong Somewhere we can go and escape. My heart is onward bound. I'm rolling with the feeling and I can't slow down ....I need a guiding light. Shining down to lead me throught the night Oh, southern star, how I wish you would shine And show me the way to get home. Oh, southern star, how I wish you would shine And show me the way to get home... |
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| 6. |
| 3:28 |
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Just off of the beaten path
A little dot on the state road map That's where I was born and where I'll die Things move at a slower pace Nobody's in a rat race And these days that's a special way of life (CHORUS) Down Home Where they know you by name and treat you like family Down Home A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need Folks know If they're fallin' on hard times they can fall back home Those of us raised up down home In the corner of the hardware store Gathered round on a checkered board Old men telling lies and crownin' kings Kids drivin' round the old town square Cops roll down int he cool night air Go and see what's shakin' at the Dairy Queen (CHORUS) Down Home Where they know you by name and treat you like family Down Home A mans good word and a hand shake are all you need Folks know If they're fallin' on hard times they can fall back home Those of us raised up down home When I was a boy I couldn't wait to leave this place But now I wanna see my children raised Down Home Down Home Folks know If there fallin' on hard times they can fall back home Those of us raised up Down Home Where they know you by name and treat you like family Down Home A mans good word and a handshake are all you need Folks know If they're fallin' on hard times they can fall back home Those of us raised up Down Home Down Home Way down home Down home Down Home Way down home |
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| 7. |
| 3:35 |
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(Mark Gray/James P. Pennington)
The closer you get, the further I fall I'll be over the edge now in no time at all. I'm fallin' faster and faster and faster with no time to stall The closer you get, the further I fall. The things that you say to me The look on your face Brings out the man in me Do I see a trace in your eyes of love The closer you get, (oh baby) the further I fall I'll be over the edge now in no time at all. I'm fallin' faster and faster and faster with no time to stall The closer you get, (em hmm) the further I fall Could I be dreamin' Is this really real 'Cause there's something magic The way that I feel in your arms tonight. The closer you get, (oh yeah) the further I fall I'll be over the edge now in no time at all. I'm fallin' faster and faster and faster with no time to stall The closer you get, (em hmm) the further I fall. Keep fallin', oh, yeah, yeah, keep fallin', Mm, fallin', oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fallin'. Yes, I'm fallin' (Yes, I'm fallin' Yes, I'm fallin') Yes, I'm fallin' (Yes, I'm fallin' Yes, I'm fallin') Yes, we're fallin' (Yes, we're fallin' Yes, we're fallin'). The closer you get, (oh yeah) the further I fall (um hmm) I'll be over the edge now in no time at all I'm fallin' faster and faster and faster with no time to stall (Um hm) The closer you get, (em hmm) the further I fall. The closer you get, the further I fall I'll be over the edge now in no time at all. I'm fallin' faster and faster and faster with no time to stall The closer you get, the further I fall. |
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| 8. |
| 3:56 |
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The stage is set tonight down in Nashville
It's been a long, hard ride into town And thanks to some cowboys and heroes My chance to sing has finally come around The first song I ever sang was Haggard's Momma sang to me, "I Saw the Light" And I'd turn my radio up louder To hear Johnny Cash walk the line Mmmm Ol' Waylon sang the songs about Texas Willie's blue eyes, cryin' in the rain Bocephus sang the songs about Dixie And Lefty taught us, all how to sing Chorus Hats off to hard ridin' cowboys Riding somewhere tonight Hats off to hard ridin' cowboys Wanted, dead or alive Well, Charlie ran the Devil out of Georgia Skynyrd sang of sweet home Alabam' The Allman Brothers taught us how to ramble And the Tucker boys showed us how to jam Chorus Well, the stage is set tonight up in Heaven And Reba's band is there with Patsy Cline And all around there's cowboys and cowgirls And thanks to them, the music's still alive Chorus Hats off to hard ridin' cowboys Flyin' somewhere tonight Hats off to hard flyin' cowboys Wanted, dead or alive |
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| 6:57 |
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It'll creep up on you like a kudzu vine
Even miles above the Mason-Dixon line 'Til one day you're craving hominy grits And scanning the jukebox for George Jones hits Drinkin' Jack Black tryin' to kick back 'Til the condo's looking like a shotgun shack You'll be one of us no matter where you're at When it all goes south When it all goes south (You'll be drivin' around on a John Deere tractor) When it all goes south (Wearing baseball caps but they won't be backwards) Now it really don't matter what state you're in One day the south's gonna rise again There's a Wall Street wonderboy sittin' up north Throwing darts like a monkey at a stock report He's got two homes, car loans, in debt And his third divorce ain't even final yet Traded his MBA for a SUV On a backwoods road down in Tennessee 'Cause man Manhattan ain't the place to be When it all goes south (With the live oak trees and the sweet magnolias) When it all goes south (Eatin' moon pies, drinking RC colas) Now it really don't matter what state you're in Someday the south's gonna rise again Vicksburg, Birmingham, Natchez And Savannah, Panama City Y'all sure look pretty in the sunshine Gettin' dixiefried Get yourself some rebel pride When it all goes south (Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud) When it all goes south (You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood) Now it really don't matter what state you're in One day the south's gonna rise again When it all goes south When it all goes south (Where the fog's as thick as Mississippi mud) When it all goes south (You'll be singing the blues 'cause it's in your blood)... |
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| 10. |
| 4:02 |
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Drinkin' was forbidden
In my Christian country home I learned to play the flattop On them good ol' Gospel songs Then I heard about the barrooms Just across the Georgia line Where a boy could make a livin' Playin' guitar late at night. Had to learn about the ladies; Too young to understand Why the young girls fall in love With the boys in the band When the boys turn to music, The girls just turn away To some other guitar picker In some other late night place. Yeah, I held on to my music; I let the ladies walk away Took my songs and dreams to Nashville Then I moved on to L.A. Up to New York City, All across the USA I lost so much of me But there's enough of me to say, that my.. Chorus: Home's in Alabama, No matter where I lay my head My home's in Alabama, Southern born and Southern bred. What keeps me goin' I don't really know Can't be the money Lord knows I'm always broke Could it be the satisfaction Of bein' understood When the people really love ya And let you know when it's good Oh I'll speak my Southern English Just as natural as I please I'm in the heart of Dixie, Dixie's in the heart of me And someday when I make it, When love finds a way Somewhere high on Lookout Mountain I'll just smile with pride and say, that my Home's in Alabama, No matter where I lay my head My home's in Alabama, Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred And my home's in Alabama, No matter where I lay my head My home's in Alabama, Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred Southern born and southern bred... |
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| 3:57 |
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It was July hot 'cross Georgia on my way to Myrtle Beach
I just got my diploma so I set out in search of me The honeymoon was over, and Alabama was far away From being little more than just a southern state. I got a gig down at the Bowery I played for tip and watered drinks Just a novice in a business That's seldom what it seems. And where are you goin' Tar Top Where's J. C. And The Chosen Few I saw the Flash without T. Gentry And B. V. left for Malibu. I was July hot and thirty, some years down the line When the Boys touched the nation, unaware at the time I got to go to Texas, California, New York too A farm boy who is thankful to be standin' in his shoes. But in the Bowery hangs the mem'ries Of dreams that still come true Every time I see the spotlight I'm one of the chosen few. And where are you going Tar Top Where's J. C. and the Chosen Few There's no Flash without T. Gentry And B. V. where are you? Where are you goin' Tar Top Which direction will you take What's this contrabanded clamor About the music that you make? And where are you goin' Tar Top Is it country enough Is it contemporary glamour No it's us, just us. Uh huh... |
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| 4:09 |
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Gonna have a party, a rockin' little jamboree
Gonna have a party, come on along with me Gonna have a good time, everybody's feelin' right Gonna have a party a week from Saturday night. Well, Thought I'd call you early, make sure that you know There's gonna be a party and I'd love for you to go I just wanna give you'all time to get your story right There's gonna be a party and it might last all night. Gonna have a party, a rockin' little jamboree Gonna have a party, come on along with me Gonna have a good time, everybody feelin' right Gonna have a party a week from Saturday night. There's gonna be some music and you can sing along I bet before the night is through they'll play our favorite song When they play that slow dance and I'm holdin' you so tight That's when the party's startin', baby, and it might last all night. Gonna have a party, a rockin' little jamboree Gonna have a party, come on along with me Gonna have a good time, everybody feelin' right Gonna have a party a week from Saturday night. Gonna have a party, a rockin' little jamboree Gonna have a party, come on along with me Gonna have a good time, everybody feelin' right Gonna have a party a week from Saturday night. Gonna have a party, a rockin' little jamboree Gonna have a party, come on along with me Gonna have a good time, everybody feelin' right Gonna have a party a week from Saturday night... |
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| 3:10 |
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Say I (I)
Say I (I) If you want a brand new shiny car, say I If you're sick of songs about broken hearts, say I If you spent some nights parkin' at the noon If you don't like being told what to do Say I (I) I gotta have something to hang my dreams upon Say I (I) I'm gonna keep rockin' until I'm dead and gone If you turn up the radio too loud, say I If you make the tilt-a-whirl spin round, say I If you love a lil' more to spend the cash But you hate takin' out the Tuesday trash Say I (I) I gotta have something to hang my dreams upon Say I (I) I'm gonna keep rockin' until I'm dead and gone Worry ain't worth half the time it takes I don't wanna think about a thing Say I (I) Say I (I) If you hate when a friend goes Hollywood, say I Sometimes feel like gettin' nothin' no good, say I If you think you're wrong but you know you're right You won't backdown without a fight Say I (I) I gotta have something to hang my dreams upon Say I (I) I'm gonna keep rockin' until I'm dead and gone Oh, say I (I) I gotta have something to hang my dreams upon Say I (I) I'm gonna keep rockin' until I'm dead and gone Say I (I, I) Say I (I) |
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| 4:00 |
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There's a little cafe' on the corner of town
Lucy works there 'til the sun goes down It ain't very much but she brings home the bacon and the bread We got a mortgage we pay just a little bit on But it seems like all of our money is gone Before we get a chance to get ahead That's small stuff, we don't sweat the small stuff Why worry about the mortgage and the minimum wage Traffic and the taxes and the coming of age Small stuff There's a comfort in the knowing there's a spirit in us Giving us the courage and the wisdom to trust In a love that's so much greater than all the small stuff So we don't sweat the small stuff There's a little bitty hole in the ceiling above Sometimes the rain drips down on our temple of love We have to put a pot smack dab in the middle of the bed Somebody hit my car at the diner last night Had to drive it home with one taillight When I went out this morning, the engine was dead That's small stuff, we don't sweat the small stuff Why worry about the mortgage and the minimum wage Traffic and the taxes and the coming of age Small stuff There's a comfort in the knowing there's a spirit in us Giving us the courage and the wisdom to trust In a love that's so much greater than all the small stuff So we don't sweat the small stuff There's a little cafe' on the corner of town Lucy works there 'til the sun goes down And she don't sweat the small stuff... |
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