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Yeah, that big eighteen wheeler rollin' down the track
Means your true lovin' mama ain't comin' back
I'm movin' on I'll soon be gone
You were flyin' too high for my little old sky, I'm movin' on.
That big loud whistle as it blew and blew
Said hello to the southland we're comin' to you
I'm movin' on keep rollin' along
Yeah, you had the laugh on me but I've set you free and I'm movin' on.
Mister fireman won't you please listen to me
'Cause I got a pretty daddy in Tennessee
Keep movin' me on keep rollin' on
So shovel the coal let this rattle a roll and keep movin' me on.
Mister engineer take that throttle in hand
This rattler's the fastest in the Southern land
Keep movin' me on keep rollin' on
You can ease my mind put me there on time and movin' on.
I warned you baby from time to time
But you just wouldn't listen or pay me no mind
I'm movin' on keep rollin' along
You have broken your vow and it's all over now I'm movin' on.
You switched your engine now I ain't got time
For a trifling woman on my main line
I'm movin' on keep rollin' on
I've warned you twice now you can settle the price, I'm movin' on.
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(Glen Martin/Hank Cochran)
He was always there each time I needed you,
Holding on to me like I held on to you
We still don't have what you and I once had
No, It's Not Love, But it's not bad.
No, It's Not Love, not like our love It's Not Love,
But it keeps love from driving me mad
And I don't have to wonder who he's had
No, It's Not Love But it's not bad
I turn to him when you leave me alone,
Sometimes even when you're here you're still gone.
He's slowly changing what you leave so sad
No, It's Not Love, But it's not bad
No, It's Not Love, not like our love It's Not Love,
But it keeps love from driving me mad
And I don't have to wonder who he's had
No, It's Not Love But it's not bad
No, It's Not Love But it's not bad
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We used to have good times together
But now I feel them slip away
It makes me cry to see love die so sad
To watch good love go bad.
Remember how you used to feel dear
You said nothing could change your mind
It breaks my heart to see us part so sad
To watch good love go bad.
Is it any wonder that I feel so blue
When I know for certain that I'm losing you?
It makes me cry to see us part so sad
To watch good love go bad.
So sad to watch good love go bad...
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Won't you scratch my itch sweet Annie Rich
And welcome me back to town
Come out on your porch or I'll step into your parlour
And I'll tell you how it all went down
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town
And I remember something that you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down, down, down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
We flew straight across that river bridge,
Last night half past two
The switchman waved his lantern goodbye and good day as we
Went rolling through
Billboards and truckstops pass by the grievous angel
And now I know just what I have to do
Cause I headed West to grow up with the country
Across those prairies with those waves of grain
And I saw my devil, and I saw my deep blue sea
And I thought about a calico bonnet from Cheyenne to Tennessee
The news I could bring I met up with the king
On his head an amphetamine crown
He talked about unbuckling that old bible belt
And headed out for some desert town
Out with the truckers and the kickers and the cowboy angels
And a good saloon in every single town
And I remember something that you once told me
And I'll be damned if it did not come true
Twenty thousand roads I went down down down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
Twenty thousand roads I went down down down
And they all lead me straight back home to you
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(Carl Perkins)
I don't belong to no one
I don't belong at all
Got my face in the corner
Got my back to the wall
And pretty baby I'm restless, restless
Restless through and through
I'm restless, restless
You look restless too
I'm a hair trigger lover
And I can't face up to nothing
I'm impatient with the wind
But I'm waitin' here for somethin'
And pretty baby I'm restless, restless
Restless through and through
I'm restless, restless
You look restless too
Restless sleep, twisted dreams
Moving targets, silent screams
Restless city, restless street
Restless you , restless me
I'm a face at the window
I'm a black satin sheet
And I can't stay warm
I stay out in the street
And pretty baby I'm restless, restless
Restless through and through
I'm restless, restless
You look restless too
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I got a '69 Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads
And a Hurst on the floor
She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the 7-11 store.
Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
And he rides with me from town to town
We only run for the money got no strings attached
We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down.
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I'm gonna blow 'em off in my first heat
Summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street.
We take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the northeast states
When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
From the fire roads to the interstate.
Now some guys they just give up living
And start dying little by little piece by piece
Some guys come home from work
And wash up and go racing in the street.
Tonight, tonight the strip's just right
I'm gonna blow 'em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world
We're going racing in the street.
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He met her on the strip three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from LA
He blew that Camaro off his back
And he drove that little girl away.
But now there's wrinkles around his baby's eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
When he comes home the house is dark
She says baby did you make it alright?
She sits on the porch of her daddy's house
But all her pretty dreams are torn
She stares out alone into the night with the eyes
Of one who hates for just being born.
For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels
Rumbling through this promised land
Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea
And wash these sins off our hands.
Tonight, tonight the highway's bright
Out of our way mister, you best keep
'Cause summer's here and the time is right
For racing in the street...
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(Neil Young)
We've been through some things together
With trunks of memories still to come
We found things to do in stormy weather
Long may you run
Long may you run
Long may you run
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining in the sun
Long may you run
Well it was back in Blind River in 1962
When I last saw you alive
Rollin' down that empty ocean road
Gettin' to the surf on time
Long may you run
Long may you run
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining in the sun
Long may you run
Long may you run.
Long may you run.
Although these changes have come
With your chrome heart shining in the sun
Long may you run
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Emmylou Harris & Barry Tashlin
We know it's wrong to let this fire burn between us
We've got to stop this wild desire in you and in me
So we'll let the flame burn once again until the thrill is gone
Then we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning.
We're two people caught up in the flame that has to die down soon
I didn't mean to start this fire and neither did you
So tonight when you hold me tight we'll let the fire burn on
And we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning.
Each time when we meet we both agree that it's for the last time
But out of your arms I'm out of my mind
So we'll taste the thrill of stolen love tonight until the dawning
And we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning.
Yes, we'll taste the thrill of stolen love tonight until the dawning
And we'll sweep out the ashes we'll sweep out the ashes
We'll sweep out the ashes in the morning...
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(Gram Parsons / Chris Hillman)
No affection were the words that stuck on my mind
When she walked out on me for the very last time
Oh mamma sweet mamma can you tell me what to say
I don't know what I've done to be treated this way
In a cold dirty room that's where I found myself
With a bottle of wine and some pills off the shelf
Oh mamma sweet mamma can you tell me what to say
I don't know what I've done and I'm feeling so ashamed
Then an angel appeared she was just 17
In a dirty old town with a conscious so clean
Oh mamma sweet mamma can you tell me what to say
She's brought back the life that I once threw away
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She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's tellin' dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise, in disguise.
Now a woman like that all she does is hate you
She doesn't know what makes a man a man
She'll talk about the time that she's been with you
She'll speak your name to everyone she can.
She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's tellin' dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise, in disguise.
Unhappiness has been her close companion
Her world is full of jealousy and doubt
It gets her off to see a person crying
Well, she's just the kind that you can do without.
She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's tellin' dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise, in disguise.
Her number always turns up in your pocket
Whenever you are looking for a dime
Well, it's alright to call her but I'll bet you darlin'
The moon is full and you're just wasting time.
She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's tellin' dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise, in disguise...
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(Floyd Cramer/Conway Twitty)
It's over our love affair
Too late now I find I care
His sweet love no more I'll share
Now he's gone I'm alone
I was wrong should have known
Took me home on our last date
I search for a single way
To tell him what I had to say
I kissed him watched him walk away
Set him free foolishly destiny misery
Tragedy on our last date
Took the ring from my trembling fingers
Brushed a tear from my baby's eye
Walked away didn't know that
I'd soon miss him so
Guess I was too young to realize
So blind I couldn't see
how much he really meant to me
And that soon he would always be
On my mind in my heart I was blind from the start
Lost his love on our last date
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Buckaroo
((Bob Morris))
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Love's Gonna Live Here
((Buck Owens))
Oh, the sun's gonna shine in my life once more
Love's gonna live here again
Things're gonna be the way they were before
Love's gonna live here again.
Love's gonna live here, love's gonna live here
Love's gonna live here again
No more loneliness, only happiness
Love's gonna live here again.
Love's gonna live here, love's gonna live here
Love's gonna live here again
No more loneliness, only happiness
Love's gonna live here again...
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(Written by Paul Grady)
Put on another pot o' tea
'Cause I'm in love with the Irish accent to your story
And I need someone to help me.
Well they say that now you don't talk straight
And that of late it's been my lot to be afraid
To remember you by anything
But memories I already keep.
So put another pot o' tea
'Cause I'm love with the Irish accent to your story
And now I need some sympathy.
It's harder when it takes so long to leave
The table where we all learned to laugh and learned to grieve
Over the pain that came so close to you
It comes so close to me today.
So put another pot o' tea
'Cause I'm in love with the Irish accent to your story
And I need someone to help me...
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Maybe tonight
I'll get lucky
I've been lonely too long
Maybe tonight
Some dark stranger will hear me singing this song
I've been down, I've played around
I don't like it that way
Oh, won't you treat me right
Maybe tonight
Maybe this time
I'll be saying the words that I wanted to say
Maybe this time
I'll be staying for more than just a day
I'm so tired of being free
Of living just for me
Oh, won't you treat me right
Maybe tonight
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