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Cowboys ain't easy to love and they're harder to hold.
They'd rather give you a song than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles and old faded levis,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don't understand him, an' he don't die young,
He'll prob'ly just ride away.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
Cowboys like smokey old pool rooms and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don't know him won't like him and them that do,
Sometimes won't know how to take him.
He ain't wrong, he's just different but his pride won't let him,
Do things to make you think he's right.
Mamas, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
Don't let 'em pick guitars or drive them old trucks.
Let 'em be doctors and lawyers and such.
Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys.
'Cos they'll never stay home and they're always alone.
Even with someone they love.
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(Kris Kristofferson)
Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson
Welcome to the years 2000 minus 25
Oh, say can you smell her for the smoke
God's still up there laughin' so she's gotta be alive
Who says he can't take a dirty joke,
Power isn't power does and power slips away
It's so easy to abuse
Who'd've thought them Arabs would've bought
The USA just to give it to the Jews.
Singin' crime still don't pay just like it used to
And you know that time slips away till you die
Well, I don't give a damn when I choose to
No it don't hurt so bad when you're high.
Oh, say does the future of the homesick
And the brave even matter anymore
There ain't no more reason for them boys
To run away than there was to fight before.
Would you tell me why the hell we'd try to win back in a war
What we wasted in the last
Might just ain't as righteous as it used to be before
When your army's out of gas.
Singin' crime still don't pay just like it used to
And you know that time slips away till you die
Well, I don't give a damn when I choose to
No it don't hurt so bad when you're high.
Singin' crime still don't pay just like it used to
And you know that time slips away till you die
Well, I don't give a damn when I choose to
No it don't hurt so bad when you're high...
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Some people are saying that time will take care of people like me
That I'm living too fast and they say I can't last much longer
But little they see that their thoughts of me is my saviour
And little they know I might live forever
So pick up the tempo just a little and take it on home
The singer ain't singin' and the drummer's been draggin' too long
Time'll take care of itself so just leave time alone
And pick up the tempo just a little and take it on home
I'm wild and I'm mean I'm creatin' a scene I'm goin' crazy
I'm good and I'm bad and I'm happy and sad and I'm lazy
I'm quiet and I'm loud and I'm gatherin' a crowd and I like gravy
About half off the wall but I learned it all in the Navy
So pick up the tempo...
Yeah pick up the tempo just a little and take it on home
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(Lee Clayton)
Waylon Jennings & Willie Nelson
Funny a woman can come on so wild and free
Yet insist I don't watch her undress or watch her watch me
And stand by the bed and shiver as if she were cold
Just to lie down beside me and touch me as if I were gold.
One night of love don't make up for six nights alone
I'd rather have one than none Lord I'm flesh and bone
Though sometimes it seems she ain't worth the trouble at all
She could be worth the world if somehow you can touch her at all.
Right or wrong a woman can own any man
She can take him inside her and hold his soul in her hand
Then leave him as weak and weary as a newborn child
Fighting to get his first breath and open his eyes.
One night of love don't make up for six nights alone
I'd rather have one than none Lord I'm flesh and bone
Though sometimes it seems she ain't worth the trouble at all
She could be worth the world if somehow you can touch her at all...
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( Waylon )
I'm lookin' for a feeling that I once had with you
Lookin' for a feeling I have grown accustomed to
I've had love and I've had lovers but they never seem to do
I keep lookin' for a feeling that I lost when I lost you
I said when it was over I'd be over you in time
Because nothing lasts forever it's all a state of mind
I found one love I'll find another heaven knows how hard I've tried
But there's something always missing something never satisfied
I keep lookin' for a feeling...
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It's not supposed to be that way you're supposed to know I love you
But it don't matter anyway if I can't be there to control you
And like the other little children you're gonna dream a dream or two
But be careful what you're dreamin' or soon your dreams'll be dreamin' you
It's not supposed to be that way you're supposed to know I love you
But it don't matter anyway if I can't be there to console you
You go out to play this evenin' play with fire flies till they're gone
Then you rush to meet your lover play with real fire till the dawn
It's not supposed to be that way...
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( Waylon & Willie )
Take back the weed take back the cocaine baby
Take back the pills take back the whiskey too
I don't need them now your love was all I was after
I'll make it now I can get off on you
I can get by on little or nothing at all I know
I can get high just thinkin' about you and so
Well take back the weed...
( steel )
Who would have thought this was somethin' that I'd ever do
I'm working it out mellowing out on you
Take back the weed...
Take back the weed...
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( Waylon & Willie )
I scandalized my brother while admitting that he sang some pretty songs
I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me and Lord I knew that that was wrong
Now I'm looking at it over somethin' cool and feeling fool enough to see
What I had called my brother on now he had every right to call on me
Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there in trouble boy ain't nothin' but another side of you
If we ever get to heaven boys it ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together so let's settle down and steal each other's song
I found a wounded brother drinkin' bitterly away the afternoon
And soon enough he turned one me like he'd done every face in that saloon
Well we cussed him to the ground and said he couldn't even steal a decent song
But soon as it was spoken we was sad enough to wish that we were wrong
Don't ever cuss that fiddle...
I know that it sounds silly but I think that I just stole somebody's song
She's a good timin' woman in love with a good timin' man
And she loves him inspite of the ways that she don't understand
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(Shel Silverstein - Dennis Locorriere)
I've got a couple more years on you baby that's all
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall
That's not that I'm wiser it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you baby that's all
I've walked a couple more roads than you baby that's all
And I'm tired of running while you're only learning to crawl
And you're going somewhere but I've been to somewhere
And found it was nowhere at all.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you baby that's all.
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Saying goodbye girl don't ever come easy at all
But you've got to fly cause you're hearin' them young eagles call
Someday when you're older you'll smile at a man strong and tall
And say I've got a couple more years on you baby that's all.
You'll say I've got a couple more years on you baby that's all
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall
That's not that I'm wiser it's just that I've spent
More time with my back to the wall...
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I'm not here to forget you
I'm here to recall the things we used to say and do
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
I haunt the same places we used to go
Alone at a table for two
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
They oughtta give me the Wurlitzer Prize
For all the silver I let slide down the slot
Playin' those songs sung blue
That help me remember you
I don't wanna get over you
A fresh roll o' quarters, same old songs
Missin' you through and through
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
They oughtta give me the Wurlitzer Prize
For all the silver I let slide down the slot
Playin' those songs sung blue
They help me remember you
'Cause I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
I don't wanna get over you
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