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Soon it will be time to go
I don't want to leave I guess you know
Maybe something new will come up
And I can come home
For just a few more days
Get off this
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Two lane highway
Goin' my way
Movin' fast
Two lane highway
Is takin' me home
Home at last
You don't want me sleeping in
You turn around I'm back again
I guess this time I'm really gone
But it don't seem right
I've been up all night
On this
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Sometime Kentucky Moonshine
Sweeter than the sweetest wine
When you're lonely... make you sing the blues
Anyway Kentucky Moonshine I love you... and
Sometimes you're like Kentucky Moonshine
And you're sweeter than the sweetest wine
When I'm lonely... you make me sing the blues
Anyway Kentucky Moonshine I love you
Kentucky whiskey make you feel so fine
Open up your eyes and give your nose a shine
Gets me deep inside just like your lovin' do
It makes it hard to choose between moonshine and you
I'm lonely... I sang the blues
But anyway Kentucky Moonshine I love you
Kentucky whiskey make you feel so fine
Open up your eyes and give your nose a shine
Gets me deep inside just like a lovin' do
It makes it hard to choose between moonshine and you
I'm lonely... I sang the blues
But anyway Kentucky Moonshine I love you, I do
I love you, Kentucky Moonshine I love you
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You've made this run some time before
Breakin' the curves like you knew for sure but we used to know
If you wanna me here standin' so close
You make my fires tremble and my mind unclear
Burnin' up the highway, sun's risin'
My horizons... deepen with the blue
Ol' southbound wind
It's makin' me colder and colder
Nearer closer I find your troubles aren't mine to lend
Next of kin do you have to rub it in
I think I've had my fill of the river's restless flow
All in all I could wait until the river is still
...and the ice is on the benches
...another mad runner have I used up all my chances
When they listen to the rain splashes
Graspin' dry leaves through the open door
Do you really want to see me here anymore
It's a simple question I've learned my lesson now
So please let me come in
Close the curtains... let our love begin
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When I think about the times we had together
Seems like the rain begins to fall
Cause in your eyes I see no hope for you and me
What can we do with our memories
What can we do with our me... mories
Can't seem to understand the way I'm livin'
Not satisfied with the money that I make
I think I better go see you in a week or so
What can we do with our memories
Me... mories
The changes that I have made
The dues to you that I have paid
How can you treat me this way
What can we do with our memories
What can we do with our memo
Ries...
I wake up every mornin always smilin'
Cause in my mind I feel that you're still there
Next time you start to cry won't you look into my eye and tell me
What can we do with our memories
What can we do with our memories
What can we do with our me... mories
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When I was a young man, and the evening sun went down
I'd walk along those railroad tracks and I'd listen for that sound
Kansas City Southern... man that's a lonesome sound!
Well I'd sit and watch those trains go by and I'd wish
That I was onward bound.
Well I dream about the big cities and the pleasures that I keep
Along about 12:30 through the phases of my sleep I hear that
Kansas City Southern... man that's a lonesome sound!
Well I sit and watch those trains go by and I wish
That I was onward bound.
Won't you blow... whistle blow!
Won't you blow... whistle blow!
I been a couple-a places... I seen a lotta things...
Whenever I reach back in time my memory starts to ring I hear that
Kansas City Southern... man that's a lonesome sound
Now I sit and watch those trains go by and I wish
That I was homeward bound.
Won't you blow... whistle blow!
Won't you blow... whistle blow!
Won't you blow...
Won't you blow...
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It's not so long until the harvest comes and everybody brings it home
We could sit down and laugh about all that work
We can sing a song about a new day to come
I've walked up and down so many wrong roads
And I've had a long and lonely time
But I know that I'll be layin' back and restin' my mind
When I get out to the end of the line
Oh yes I will
I'm restless and weary and my flesh is weak and I've bathed in a river of sin
But I think it's gonna rain down and wash us clean
We could throw it all away and start over again
I've walked up and down so many wrong roads
And I've had a long and lonely time
But I know that I'll be layin' back and restin' my mind
When I get out to the end of the line
When I get out to the end of the line
I've walked up and down so many wrong roads
And I've had a long and lonely time
But I know that I'll be layin' back and restin' my mind
When I get out to the end of the line
Yes I know I'm gonna be layin' back and restin' my mind
When I get out to the end of the line
When I get out to the end of the line
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Coke an' Jamaican rum sleepin' by your gun
Close my eyes an' I wake up with the phone
Yes I'm worried all the times I come to ya baby just to blow my lines
Every day's a wonder each night is a lone one
Poppers deal hands they play games making us the same
In this dream you're princess and I, a king
Exchanging tokens with the palace guards just plain livin' couldn't be that hard
And it's all in the givin' when you're a keeper
Tuscon Arizona... Casa Grandes over my shoulder
And these evenin' feelin's come so strong
All I wanna do is say an' all I wanna say is done we've begun
We've begun
Falling in the face of love trying to keep our heads above
Two time tryin' deals we've all had
Tell me who's troubled over spoken words I can't remember a thing we've heard
Yes I'm speaking to you and not the receiver
Coke an' Jamaican rum sleepin' by your gun
Drive free cars when you stay with a friend of mine
Staying happy all the time rich men empty their pockets just to save their minds
As their fortunes mistress will rain to meet you
Cannot deceive her a sister's keeper
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I know that it's supposed to be all over
And I know that I can take it if that's the way it has to be
But ya' see it's been so long we've been together
That I just can't believe it anyway
It's so hard to say goodbye to one who loves you
When you know that you might never meet again
And I know we both will cry and miss each other
That I just can't believe it anyway
No I just can't believe it anyway
Here we stand hand in hand not knowin' what to say
Now I open the door and as we go away
These tears in our eyes threaten to give us both away
And for once now our hearts are really showin'
Still I just can't believe it anyway
Now I just can't believe it anyway
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Hey give us a rise... give us the rise
Hey give us a rise our thirsty fields are waitin' the willow sags
Let's stop the disguise of shallow lifeless baitin'
I want you now well strengthen the ties give us the rise
I don't want to know all... the ways you're callin' to
Been up what's been brought through you findin' myself already free to blow
Na ba da da
Hey give us a rise so we can make it known
No sunrise and we're not alone in the storm at hand
Give us the land the wild hog cries give us a rise
I don't want you to know oh now the one you see in me
You give all that to free me knowin' myself already free... to blow
Na ba da da
Da da da da da... na na
Da da da da da... na na
Da da da da da... na na
Da da da da la... hey give us a rise
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As I drove down on 65, I was cruisin' down that old grapevine
Well, I must have been doin' at least about 95
Well out there on the side of the road all broke down and
Who do you think was standin' around
But the greatest country singer alive!
I'll fix your flat tire Merle
Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all covered with erl
Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul
And I'll fix your flat tire Merle
Well I hear you had an adventurous youth, makin' love in a telephone booth
And I even hear you did a little stretch in jail
But now you got a big ranch house with a bar
And eight, nine, ten of them fancy cars
And every other little check comin' in the mail
I'll fix your flat tire Merle
Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all covered with erl
Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul
And I'll fix your flat tire Merle
Now I heard all them records ya did, makin' fun of us long haired kids
And now ya know we don't care what ya think... Merle,
If you're gonna call the world your home
Ya know you're gonna have to get out and get stoned
An' it's better with a joint than with a drink, I think
So I'll fix your flat tire Merle
Don't ya get your sweet country pickin' fingers all covered with erl
Cause you're a honky, I know, but Merle you got soul
And I'll fix your flat tire Merle
So I'll fix your flat tire Merle
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I make my rounds of the country churches
Playing my guitar for free
My repertoire is one hundred ninety
Songs to God's glory
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Now I'm pickin' to beat the devil
And you know he's on my tail
But the Lord is in my fingers
And He won't let me fail
I found myself in a roadside barroom
I was drinking my time away
Kentucky woman and Tennessee whiskey
It's gonna be hell to pay
A worn out chevy and a beat up Martin is all I'll ever own
My worthless life is dedicated to bringing God's children home
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Fourteen songs and a temperance sermon that's what a good meal buys
For a little extra there's a guitar solo called Reward In The Sky
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