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6. | Medley Of Buddy Holly Hits |
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Livin' on free food, tickets
Water in the milk from the hole in the roof
Where the rain came through
What can you do? hmm
Tears from little sister cryin'
'Cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch
For the party to go
Oh, but you know she'll get by.
She is livin' in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddy's gonna buy her a dream to cling to
Mama's gonna love her just as much as she can, she can.
It's a good thing you don't have the bus fare
It would fall through the hole in your pocket
And you'd lose it in the snow on the ground
A walking to town to find a job.
Trying to keep your hands warm
But the hole in your shoe let the snow come through
And it chills to the bone, boy
You'd better go home where it's warm.
Where you can live in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddy's gonna buy her a dream to cling to
Mama's gonna love her just as much as she can, she can.
Livin' on dreams ain't easy
But the closer the knit the tighter the fit
And the chills stay away
You take 'em in stride family pride.
You know that faith is your foundation
And with a whole lotta love and a warm conversation
And plenty of prayer
Making you strong where you belong.
Where you can live in the love of the common people
Smiles from the heart of the family man
Daddy's gonna buy her a dream to cling to
Mama's gonna love her just as much as she can, she can...
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(Waylon Jennings - Don Bowman)
Waylon Jenning & Willie Nelson
Someone's gonna get hurt before you're through
Someone's gonna pay for the things you do
How many hearts must break how many it's gonna take
To satisfy you just to satisfy you.
Another love another fool to play your game
Another love another fool they're all the same
Someone's gonna get hurt before you're through
Someone's gonna pay for the things you do.
You're gonna find when it's too late
Heart that just won't break
Just to satisfy you
Just to satisfy you.
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How many hearts must break
How many will it take
To satisfy you
Just to satisfy you.
Just to satisfy you
Satisfy you
Just to satisfy you.
Someone's gonna get hurt before you're through
Someone's gonna pay for the things you do
You're gonna find when it's too late
Heart that just won't break.
Just to satisfy you.
Just to satisfy you.
Just to satisfy you.
Satisfy you.
Just to satisfy you...
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She's a good-hearted woman in love with a good-timin' man
She loves him in spite of his wicked ways
She don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter,
They'll pass through this world hand in hand,
She's a good-hearted woman loving a good-timin' man.
Well, a long time forgotten
Dreams have just fell by the way
And the good life he promised
Ain't what she's living today
But she never complains of the bad times
Or bad things he's done
She just talks about the good times they've had
And all the good times to come.
She's a good-hearted woman in love with a good-timin' man
She loves him in spite of his wicked ways
She don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter,
They'll pass through this world hand in hand,
She's a good-hearted woman loving a good-timin' man.
He likes the bright light, the nite life
And good-timin' friends
When the party's all over
She'll welcome him back home again
She don't understand him,
But she does the best that she can
This good-hearted woman
Lovin' a good-timin' man.
She's a good-hearted woman in love with a good-timin' man
She loves me in spite of my wicked ways
She don't understand
Through teardrops and laughter,
They'll pass through this world hand in hand,
She's a good-hearted woman loving a good-timin' man.
She's a good-hearted woman loving a good-timin' man.
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(Lee Clayton)
Bessie was a lovely child from west Tennessee
Leroy was an outlaw wild as a mink
One day she saw him starin' and it chilled her to the bone
And she knew she had to see that look on a child of her own.
'Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.
Linda was a lady blonde and built to last
Benny was a no good guitar picker runnin' from his past
She heard all of his songs tellin' nothin' but bad news
But she made her mind up to try to get him win or lose.
Ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.
Jessi like the Cadillacs and diamonds on her hands
Waymore had a reputation as a ladie's man
Late one night a light of love finally gave a sign
Jessi parked her Cadillac and took her place in line.
'Cause ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul.
Ladies love outlaws like babies love stray dogs
Ladies touch babies like a banker touches gold
And outlaws touch the ladies
Somewhere deep down in their soul...
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On a Greyhound bus Lord I'm travelin' this morning
I'm goin' to Shreveport and down to New Orleans
Been travlin' these highways and doin' things my way
It's been making me lonesome on'ry and mean
God her hair was jet black and her name was Bodine
Thought she was the queen of the Basin Street Queens
She got tired of that smoky-wine dream she began to feel lonesome on'ry and mean
( steel - guitar )
We got together and we cashed in our sweeps
Gave onto beggar who was mumblin' through the streets
There's no escaping from his snowy white dream
On'ry and lonesome on'ry and mean
I'm down in this valley where the wheels turn so low
At dawn I pray to the Lord of my soul
I say do Lord do right by me you know I'm tired of being lonesome on'ry and mean
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Medley Of Buddy Holly Hits |
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I've been down the Mississippi,
Down through New Orleans,
Yes, I have.
I've played in California,
There ain't too much I haven't seen.
No, there ain't.
Well, I'm a ramblin' man,
Don't fool around with a ramblin' man.
Left a girl in West Virginia,
Up there where that green grass grows,
Yes, I did.
Another girl in Cincinnati,
Waitin' where the Ohio River flows,
Poor girl!
I'm a ramblin' man,
Don't give your heart to a ramblin' man.
You'd better move away,
You're standin' too close to the flame.
Once I mess with your mind,
Your little heart won't beat the same.
Lord, I'm a ramblin' man,
Don't mess around with any ol' ramblin' man.
Better not!
Well, up in Chicago,
I was known as "Quite a Boy,"
Yes, I was!
Down in Alabama,
They call me "The man of joy,"
Still do!
Well, I'm a ramblin' man,
Don't fall in love with a ramblin' man.
You'd better move away,
You're standin' too close to the flame.
Once I mess with your mind,
Your little heart won't beat the same.
Lord, I'm a ramblin' man,
Don't mess around with any ol' ramblin' man.
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Oh rainy day woman
I've never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine
You have been a friend of mine,rainy day woman
That woman of mine she ain't happy
Unless she finds something wrong and has someone to blame
If it ain't one thing it's another one on the way
Oh rainy day woman
I've never seem to see you for the good times or the sunshine
You have been a friend of mine,rainy day woman
I woke up this morning to the sunshine
It sure as hell looks just like rain
I know where to go on a cloudy day
Chorus(x2).
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I've held it all inward, God knows, I've tried,
But it's an awful awakening in a country boy's life,
To look in the mirror in total surprise.
At the hair on my shoulders and the age in my eyes.
Amanda, light of my life.
Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife.
Amanda, light of my life.
Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife.
It's a measure of people who don't understand,
The pleasures of life in a hillbilly band.
I got my first guitar when I was fourteen,
Well I finally made forty, still wearing jeans.
Amanda, light of my life.
Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife.
Amanda, light of my life.
Fate should have made you a gentleman's wife.
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It's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar
Where do we take it from here
Rhinestone suits and new shiny cars
We've been the same way for years
We need to change
Somebody told me when I got to Nashville
Son you finally got it made
Old Hank made it here, we're all sure that you will
But I don't think Hank done it this way
I don't think Hank done it this way
Ten years down the road, making one night stands
Speeding my young life away
Tell me one more time just so I understand
Are you sure Hank done it this way
Did Ol' Hank really do it this way?
I've seen the world with a five piece band
Looking at the back side of me
Singing my songs and one of his now and then
But I don't think Hank done 'em this a'way
No I don't think Hank done 'em this a'way
Take it home
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I hope that I won't be that wrong anymore maybe I've learned this time
I hope that I find what I'm reaching for the way it is in my mind
Some day I'll get over you I'll live to see it all through
But I'll always miss dreaming my dreams with you
But I won't let it change not if I can I'd rather believe in love
And give it away as much as I can to those that I'm fondest of
Some day I'll get over you...
Some day I'll get over you...
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Well the honky-tonks in Texas were my natural second home
Where you tip your hats to the ladies and the rose of San Antone
I grew up on music that we called western swing
It don't matter who's in Austin,Bob Wills is still the king
Lord i can still remember,the way things were back then
In spite of all the hard times,i'd live it all again
To hear the Texas playboys and Tommy Duncan sing
Makes me proud to be from Texas where Bob Wills is still the king
You can hear the Grand Ol' Opry in Nashville Tennessee
It's the home of country music,on that we all agree
But when you cross that ol' Red River hoss that just don't mean a thing
Cause' once you're down in Texas,Bob Wills is still the king
Well if you ain't never been there then i guess you ain't been told
That you just can't live in Texas unless you got a lot of soul
It's the home of Willie Nelson,the home of western swing
He'll be the first to tell you,Bob Wills is still the king
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(Jim Webb)
Spring was never waiting for us girl
It ran one step ahead as we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot fevered iron like a strip-ed pair of pants.
Mac Arthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
But I don't think that I can take it Lord
It took so long to bake it
I'll never had that recipe again, oh no.
I recall the yellow cotton dress
foaming like a wave on the ground around your knees
And birds like tender babies in your hands
The old man playing checkers by the trees.
Mac Arthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
But I don't think that I can take it Lord
It took so long to bake it
I'll never had that recipe again, oh no.
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There will be another song for me for and I will sing it
There will be another dream for me someone will bring it
I will taste the wine while it is warm
and never let you catch me looking in the sun
But after all the loves of my life
after all the loves of my life you'll still be the one.
I will take my life into my hands and I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it
And my passions flow like rivers from the sky
But after all the loves of my life after all the loves of my life
I'll still be along wondering why.
Mac Arthur Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
But I don't think that I can take it Lord
It took so long to bake it
I'll never had that recipe again, oh no...
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