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Well,I sit here gettin' ideas
Ain't nothing but a fool would live like this Out all night and runnin' wild Woman sittin' home with a month old child [Chorus] Dang me, dang me They oughta take a rope and hang me High from the highest tree Woman would you weep for me. Just sittin' around drinkin' with the rest of the guys Six rounds bought, and I bought five Spent the groceries and half the rent I like fourteen dollars having twenty seven cents. [Chorus] They say roses are red and violets are purple Sugar is sweet and so is maple surple Well I'm the seventh out of seventy sons My pappy was a pistol I'm a son of a gun. [Chorus] |
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| 2. |
| 2:04 |
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CHORUS
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you want to holler hi-de-ho Burns your tummy, don'tcha know Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Grape wine in a Mason jar Homemade and brought to school By a friend of mine 'n' after class Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself First time for everything Mm, my ears still ring CHORUS 4-H and FFA on a field trip to the farm Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind This big old barn where we uncovered a covered-up moonshine still And we thought we'd drink our fill And I swallered it with a smile *Bllll-bbbb*, I run ten mile CHORUS Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor Sumpin' like I ain't never seen And I'm just going on fifteen But with the help of my finaglin' uncle I get snuck in For my first taste of sin. I said "Lemme have a big old sip" *Bllll-bbbb*, I done a double back flip CHORUS |
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| 3. |
| 1:44 |
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I hear tell you're doin' well,
Good thing have come to you. I wish I had your happiness And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do. They tell me you're runnin' free, Your days are never blue. I wish I had your good-luck charm And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do. Yeah, I see you're goin' down the street in your big Cadillac, You got girls in the front, you got girls in the back, Yeah, way in back, you got money in a sack, Both hands on the wheel and your shoulders rared back Root-doot-doot-doot-doot, do-wah. I hear tell you're doin' well, Good things have come to you. I wish I had your happiness And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do. Yeah, I see you're goin' down the street in your big Cadillac, You got girls in the front, you got girls in the back, Yeah, way in back, you got money in a sack, Both hands on the wheel and your shoulders rared back Root-doot-doot-doot-doot, do-wah. I hear tell you're doin' well, Good things have come to you. I wish I had your good-luck charm And you had a do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka, do-wacka-do. |
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| 1:45 |
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(You don't want my love)
In the summertime, when all the trees and leaves are green And the redbird sings, i'll be blue 'Cause you don't want my love ... Some other time, that's what you say, when i want you Then you laugh at me and make me cry 'Cause you don't want my love. You don't seem to care a thing about me You'd rather live without me, than to have my arms around you When the nights are cold and you're so all alone In the summertime, when all the trees and leaves are green And the redbird sings, i'll be blue 'Cause you don't want my love. Once upon a time, you used to smile and wave to me And walk with me, but now you don't 'Cause you don't want my love ... Some other guy is takin' up all your time Now you don't have time for me 'Cause you don't want my love. You don't seem to care a thing about me You'd rather live without me, than to have my arms around you When the nights are cold and you're so all alone In the summertime, when all the trees and leaves are green And the redbird sings, i'll be blue 'cause you don't want my love. |
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| 5. |
| 2:28 |
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Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents. No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. Third boxcar, midnight train Destination, Bangor, Maine. Old worn out clothes and shoes, I don't pay no union dues, I smoke old stogies I have found Short, but not too big around I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. I know every engineer on every train All of their children, and all of their names And every handout in every town And every lock that ain't locked When no one's around. I sing, Trailers for sale or rent Rooms to let, fifty cents No phone, no pool, no pets I ain't got no cigarettes Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room I'm a man of means by no means King of the road. |
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| 1:54 |
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Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd
Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd But you can be happy if you've a mind to Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage Ya can't take a shower in a parakeet cage But you can be happy if you've a mind to All ya gotta do is put your mind to it Knuckle down, buckle down, do it, do it, do it Well, ya can't go a-swimmin' in a baseball pool Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool Ya can't go swimmin' in a baseball pool But you can be happy if you've a mind to Ya can't change film with a kid on your back Ya can't change film with a kid on your back Ya can't change film with a kid on your back But you can be happy if you've a mind to Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car Ya can't drive around with a tiger in your car But you can be happy if you've a mind to All ya gotta do is put your mind to it Knuckle down, buckle down do it, do it, do it Well, ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd But you can be happy if you've a mind to Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch Ya can't go fishin' in a watermelon patch But you can be happy if you've a mind to Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd "Ya can't roller skate in a buffalo herd" |
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| 2:03 |
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| 9. |
| 2:48 |
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| 2:18 |
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Got a letter just this mornin' it was postmarked Omaha
It was typed and neatly written offerin' me this better job Better job at higher wages, expenses paid and a car But I'm on TV here locally and I can't quit, I'm a star Ha ha, I come on TV grinnin,' wearin' pistols and a hat It's a kiddy show and I'm a hero of the younger set I'm the number one attraction every supermarket parkin' lot I'm the king of Kansas City, no thanks, Omaha, thanks a lot [Chorus:] Kansas City star, that's what I are Yodel-deedle ay-hee, you oughta see my car I drive a big old Cadillac with wire wheels, got rhinestones on the spokes I got credit down at the grocery store And my barber tells me jokes I'm the number one attraction every supermarket parkin' lot I'm the king of Kansas City, no thanks, Omaha, thanks a lot [Chorus] Stay tuned, gonna have a Popeye cartoon in a minute. |
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| 1:54 |
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England swings like a pendulum do,
Bobbies on bicycles, two by two, Westminster Abbey the tower of Big Ben, The rosy red cheeks of the little children. Now, if you huff and puff and you fina'lly save enough Money up to take your family on a trip across the sea, Take a tip before you take your trip; let me tell you where to go, Go to Engeland, Oh; Mama's old pajamas and your papa's mustache, Falling out the window sill, frolic in the grass, Tryin' to mock the way they talk fun but all in vain, Gaping at the dapper men with derby hats and canes. |
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| 2:24 |
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Two broken hearts lonely looking like
Houses where nobody lives. Two people each having so much pride Inside Neither side forgives. The angry words spoken in haste, Such a waste of two lives, It's my belief, Pride is the chief cause and the decline In the number of husbands and wives. A woman and a man, a man and a woman; Some can and some can't And some can't. |
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| 2:14 |
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| 14. |
| 2:33 |
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Walking In The Sunshine
singing a little sunshine song Put a smile on your face as if there's nothing wrong Think about a good time had a long time ago Think about forgetting about your worries and your woes Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song La la la la la dee oh Whether the weather be rain or snow Pretending can make it real A snowy pasture a green and grassy field Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song Put a smile on your face as if there's nothing wrong Think about a good time had a long time ago Think about forgetting about your worries and your woes Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song La la la la la dee oh Whether the weather be rain or snow Pretending can make it real A snowy pasture a green and grassy field Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song Put a smile on your face as if there's nothing wrong Think about a good time had a long time ago Think about forgetting about your worries and your woes Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song Walking In The Sunshine singing a little sunshine song Put a smile on your face as if there's nothing wrong Think about forgetting about your worries and your woes |
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| 2:38 |
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And I wake up in the mornin'
With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi" And I stumble to the breakfast table While the kids are goin' off to school??goodbye And she reaches out 'n' takes my hand And squeezes it 'n' says "How ya feelin', hon?" And I look across at smilin' lips That warm my heart and see my mornin' sun And if that's not lovin' me Then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And there's no such thing as Doctor Seuss Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime And when my self is feelin' low I think about her face aglow and ease my mind Sometimes I call her up at home knowin' she's busy And ask her if she could get away and meet me And maybe we could grab a bite to eat And she drops what she's doin' and she hurries down to meet me And I'm always late But she sits waitin' patiently and smiles when she first sees me 'Cause she's made that way And if that ain't lovin' me Then all I've got to say God didn't make little green apples And it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes And there's no such thing as make-believe Puppy dogs, autumn leaves 'n' BB guns God didn't make little green apples And it don't rain in Indianapolis |
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| 4:03 |
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Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Waitin' for the train Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans Bobby thumbed a diesel down Just before it rained Rode us all the way to New Orleans I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna And was playing soft While Bobby sang the blues With them windshield wipers slappin' time I was holdin' Bobby's hand in mine We sang every song that driver knew Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free Feelin' good was easy, Lord, When he sang the blues And feelin' good was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee From Kentucky coal mines To the California sun Bobby shared the secrets of my soul Through all kinds of weather, Lord Through everything I done Bobby baby kept me from the cold Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord I let him slip away Lookin' for the home I hope he'll find it And I'd trade all of my tomorrows For one single yesterday Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine Freedom's just another word for nothin' left to lose Nothin' left is all that Bobby left me Feelin good was easy, Lord When he sang the blues And buddy, that was good enough for me Good enough for me and Bobby McGee |
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| 3:01 |
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The people in this city call me country
Because of how I walk and talk and smile Well, I don't mind them laughing in the city But the country folks all say I'm citified The fighting men they say that I'm a coward Because I never push no one around Gentle people call me trouble maker 'Cause I'll always fight and stand my ground Funny I don't fit Where have all the average people gone? Some pious people point and call me sinner Because to them I've never seen the lights Other folks think of me as a preacher I'm just doing what I think is right The wealthy people think that I am a hobo Lean and hungry, writing mournful songs And the poor, poor people think I am a rich man But really, I'm just trying to get along It's funny I don't fit Tell me where have all the average people gone? And the government has given me a number To simplify my birth and life and death And still my woman thinks I'm awful important Like the moon and the sun and the sea and the sky and breath Yes, it's funny I don't fit Where have all the average people gone? Funny I don't fit Where have all the average people gone? |
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| 3:01 |
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Hot afternoon, sometime in june
Sittin' on the front porch waitin' on the moon Talkin' to my neighbor next door ain't never ever very much fun Go get my car, and my guitar, ride through town with the top down Maybe I could buy me some beer, run out and look at the farms And they call it the South, it's the land of the free It lost the only war it ever fought in history But I love the South, it's the land of the free It's the land of hush your mouth, 'n Joe South And that's home to me She was born in '52, she finished in a Mississippi school And something about her that turns you on She's different, like another world And you can tell she's not a New York girl And something about her kiss that takes you home But she was born in the South, Memphis, Tennessee She was rich in looks from a poor Memphis family But she will stay in the South, it's the land of the free It's the land of hush your mouth, 'n Joe South And that's home to me California, I love you, your hills are high and your oceans blue In LA there's always something to do, and you're never alone But I like Fall,and I like Spring, I love snow and I love rain And there's something about LA I can't call home I guess I'll stay in the South, it's the land of the free It lost the only war it ever fought in history But I love the South, it's the land of the free It's the land of hush your mouth, 'n Joe South And that's home to me... |
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| 2:52 |
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Her head rolls back and forth
Against the billows of her long black shiny hair As she contemplates the ecstasy Of some other love that now she wished was there If she could only realize That the love I have could beckon her command Instead of laughing endlessly And pushing back advances with her hands Every night I see her leaves A nightmare of illusions when she's gone And it leaves a longing feeling in a man With a pain that lingers on The gaudy goodbye can't replace The girlish giggle of her sweet hello But tonight I've made my crumbled mind up That I'll never ever let her go Too many nights I've watched her tease By shifting all her weight from hip to hip And with her hands brush back the falling strands That cover up her satin lips She struts upon the stage And her fallen victims are callin' out for more But she leaves them stranded helplessly And exits to her dressing room door Tonight I'm gonna take her I've infiltrated past the guarded door But she just hurries by me carryin' All those scanty costumes that she wore And she asks a sawed off cigar smokin' cat If he would open up the door Then she told him to load the baggage Because they open tomorrow night in Baltimore God, if I have to crawl I'm gonna be there tomorrow night in Baltimore |
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| 3:54 |
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River in the rain sometimes at night you look like a long white train
Winding your way away somewhere river I love you don't you care If you're on the run winding some place just tryin' to find the sun Whether the sunshine whether the rain river I love you just the same But sometimes in a time of trouble When you're out of hand and your muddy bubbles roll across my floor Carryin' away the things I treasure hell there ain't ain't no way to measure Why I love you more than I did the day before River in the rain sometimes at night you look like a long white train Winding your way away from me river I've never seen the sea But sometimes in a time of trouble |
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