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Mornings come and Lord my mind is achin' ......yes it is
Sunshine standing quietly at my door
Just like the dawn my heart is silently breaking
With my tears it goes tumbling to the floor
Once again ........the whole town will be talking........yes they will
And Lord I 've seen the pity that's in their eyes
They could never understand Its her sorrow its not a man
No matter what they say we know she tried
Babys packed her soft things and she's left me...... she's left me ........she's left me
And I know she didn't mean to make me cry
It's not her heart Lord its her mind
She didn't mean to be unkind Why she even woke me up to say goodbye
It's not her heart Lord its her mind
She didn't mean to be unkind why
She even woke me up to say goodbye
Goodbye Baby
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I know I am not a model husband though I'd like to be
Payday nights and painted women they do strange things to me
But when the partys over and the good is all she see
Though I let her down she still comes around
To love what's left of me
Six days out of seven I work hard at doing right
But believe me you could set your watch and find me on Friday night
I'm luck that she understands the fool that lives in me
Though I let her down she still comes around
To love what's left of me
The way that I'm living now its a wonder she can take it
That woman got a heart of gold and its killing me to break it
I know I don't deserve her but I'm thankful as could be
Though I let her down she still comes around
To love what's left of me
Though I let her down she still comes around
To love what's left of me
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I'm drinking champagne, feeling no pain till early morning Dining and dancing with every pretty girl I can find And I'm having a fling with a pretty young thing till early morning Knowing tomorrow, I'll wake up with you on my mind. Guilty conscience, I guess though I must confess I never loved you much when you were mine. So I'll keep drinking champagne, feeling no pain till early morning Dining and dancing with every pretty girl I can find And I'm having a fling with a pretty young thing till early morning Knowing tomorrow, I'll wake up with you on my mind. Guilty conscience, I guess though I must confess I never loved you much when you were mine. So I'll keep drinking champagne, feeling no pain till early morning Dining and dancing with every pretty girl I can find And I'm having a fling with a pretty young thing till early morning Knowing tomorrow, I'll wake up with you on my mind. Knowing tomorrow, I'll wake up with you on my mind...
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SAN ANTONIO ROSE
WRITER BOB WILLS
Deep within my heart lies a melody, A song of old San An - tone. 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 pass only she would know, Still hears my broken song of love. Moon in all your splendour, know only my heart Call back my Rose, Rose of San Antone. Lips so sweet and tender, like petals falling apart. Speak once a - gain of my love, my own. Broken song, empty words I know still live in my heart all a - lone For that moonlit pass by the Alamo, and Rose, my Rose of San Antone
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When you wore a tulip, A sweet yellow tulip, And I wore a big red rose, When you caressed me, 'twas then Heaven blessed me, What a blessing, no one knows, You made life cheery, When you called me dearie, 'Twas down where the blue grass grows, Your lips were sweeter than julep, When you wore that tulip, And I wore a big red rose.
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Now when I get the blues I get me a rockin' chair
When I get the blues I get me a rockin' chair
Well the blues don't get me gonna rock on away from here
Give me one more kiss hold it a long long time
Now love me baby till a feelin' hits my head like wine
Oh flip flop and fly I don't care if I die
Now flip flop and fly I don't care if I die
Don't ever leave me don't you ever say goodbye
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Oh when I get lonesome I jump on the telephone
When I get lonesome I jump on the telephone
I call my baby tell her I'm gonna come back home
I'm like a Mississippi bullfrog sittin' on a hollow stump
I'm like a Mississippi bullfrog sittin' on a hollow stump
I got so many women Lord I don't know which way to jump
Jump jump let's go now
Flip flop and fly I don't care if I die...
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