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Spoken: Here come Amos
Now Amos Moses was a Cajun,
He lived by himself in the swamp.
He hunted alligator for a living,
He just knock them in the head with a stump!
Louisiana law's gonna getcha Amos!
It ain't legal huntin alligator
Down in the swamp now!
Well everyone blamed his old man,
For making him mean as a snake.
When Amos Moses was a boy,
His Daddy would use him for alligator bait.
Tie a rope around his neck and chuck him in the swamp.
Alligator bait in a Louisiana bayou!
About 45 minutes southeast of Tibido Louisiana.
Lived a man named Doc Mill Sap
And his pretty wife Hannah.
They raised up a son who could
Eat his weight in groceries!
They named him after a man of cloth,
Called him Amos Moses.
Now the folks around South Louisiana,
Thought Amos was a hell of a man.
He could trap the biggest, meanest alligator,
And just use one hand.
That's all he got left
Cause an alligator bit it!
Left arm gone, up to the elbow!
Well the sheriff got wind that Amos,
Was in the swamp trappin' alligator skin.
So he snuck in the swamp
Gonna get the boy
But he never come out again.
Well, I wonder where the
Louisiana sheriff went to?
You can sure get lost in the Louisiana bayou!
About 45 minutes southeast of Tibido Louisiana.
Lived a cat named Doc Mill Sap
And his pretty wife Hannah.
They raised up a son who could
Eat his weight in groceries!
They named him after a man of cloth
Called him Amos Moses.
Sit down on em Amos!
About 45 minutes southeast of Tibado Louisiana.
Lived a man named Doc Mill Sap
And his pretty wife Hannah.
They raised up a son who could
Eat his weight in groceries!
They named him after a man of cloth
Called him Amos Moses.
His name is Amos Moses
Amos Amos Amos Moses
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It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
Thats why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
She wants to tell me where to go
Tell me what to do
Tell me what to eat
And how loud I can chew
She even wants to tell me
What thoughts I oughta think
It used to drive me crazy
Till it drove me to drink
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
Thats why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
Well shes such a pretty thing
You'd think shes heaven sent
She's the quarrelsome kind
Love's an argument
She could yell all day
She can scream all night
I just sit there smilin
As high as a kite
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
Thats why I drinking all the time
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
This drinking buddy of mine
Said he met a girl
Said she was the meanest
Woman in the world
I saw her pretty picture
I said man your poking fun
Then the day I met her
I said pour me one
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
Thats why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
You may look down your nose at me
Think I'm an old sorry
Son of a b
The only way I'm giving up
My drinking glass is if I can
Find a way to get her off my back
Spoken: Your wife's on the phone.
Little brown jug upon my lips
Your saving our love
With every sip
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
Thats why I drink all the time
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
Every time I get sober
She drives me out of my mind
It takes a whole lot of liquor
To like her
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
But when I'm liquored up
I like her just fine
But when I'm liquored up
Hell I love her
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I've been down my share of
Country roads, boulevards, and interstates
I kinda know my way around
A little bout a lot of things
I know what the cards say
Sometimes the hard way
It looks so easy
My curiosity always gets me in a ditch
What really happens if
You turn that knob
Or flip that switch
Something I shouldn't do
Why you already knew
Thats all been taught to me
I know just enough to get in trouble
And thats just enough to understand
That the more I know
The more I'm sure
Someday it's gonna do me in
Yeah when my time comes
And I'm dead and gone
Let em put it on my tombstone
He knew just enough to get in trouble
But not enough to leave it alone
They got a book somewhere
On everything a woman wants
Bout how and when and where
And why they will
And why they won't
Thats complicated stuff
And when it comes to love
I'm still learning
I know just enough to get in trouble
And thats just enough to understand
That the more I know
The more I'm sure
Someday it's gonna do me in
Yeah when my time comes
And I'm dead and gone
Let em write it on my tombstone
He knew just enough to get in trouble
But not enough to leave it alone
Waylon always told me
Son everybody makes mistakes
And how come it's always me
Standing there when something breaks
Yeah I know just enough to get in trouble
And thats just enough to understand
That the more I know
The more I'm sure
Someday it's gonna do me in
Yeah when my time comes
And I'm dead and gone
Let em write it on my tombstone
Here lies just enough to get in trouble
But not enough to leave it alone
He knew just enough to get in trouble
But not quite enough to leave it alone
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They say it takes more now
To do what our Mom & Daddy's did
They made it look so easy
Working hard and raising kids
If you get in trouble at school
You got in trouble at home
You can't outrun mommas wooden spoon
Or the principles telephone
Raise your hand if you only had
Three channels on TV
And that little town
That kept you down
Is where you wanna be
Yeah I'm one of you
Yeah I'm one of you
No your not by yourself
There's somebody else
Who's been there too
If you still wish you still had
Some growing up to do
Your one of me
And I'm one of you
Tell the truth
Do you still wonder
How fast your car will go
When Sweet Home Alabama
Comes on the radio
I bet Jesus, and your momma
Now their way up there
On your mind
Anytime you take a sip
Or you walk across the line
If you understand why your old man
Said the whole worlds gone to hell
But you still believe the American Dream
Is alive and well
I'm one of you
Yeah I'm one of you
No your not by yourself
There's somebody here
Who's been there too
I know what ya thinking
What ya drink
And I know why you do
Your one of me
Yeah and I'm one of you
Do you feel a little bit
Out of touch
Or politically incorrect
Then you and me both agree
What did you expect
I'm one of you
Yeah I'm one of you
No, No your not by yourself
There's somebody else
Who's been there too
I know what you think
About the good 'ol
Red, White, and Blue
Your one of me
And I'm one of you
Your one of me
And I'm one of you
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Whats on the movies
Whats on the tube
Whats on a woman's mind
I don't have a clue
Whats with this cell phone
What the hell is wrong
With my car
I think I'll go in here
Check it out
And see whats on the bar
What is the game plan
Whats with this job
Whats the problem at home
Thats the problem by far
Whats a matter with me
Drinking friends let me
Tell you the truth
I've been close to love
But no cigar
So tell me whats on the bar
Do you have a little Jim Beam
Do you have a little green Jack
Do you have a little coke and ice
So I can knock it on back
And when I get back from the dance floor
My number one prior
Is whats a girl
And whats on the bar
Can you make a Margarita
Do you have a glass tall
Do you have a bad that knows
How to play an old
Jimmy Reeves song
Would you like to know the hot spots
The best places by far
Can't recommend whats on the menu
But I know whats on the bar
Whats on your mind
Whats in your heart
Well thats the difference in a
Happy kind of life
Or just falling apart
Do you wanna know the hot spots
I know 'em near and far
I don't know whats on the menu
But I know whats on the bar
Do you have a little Jim Beam
Do you have a little green Jack
Do you have a little coke and ice
So I can knock them both back
And when I get back from the dance floor
My number one prior
Is hello baby
And whats on the bar
Whats a girl
And whats on the bar
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Oh the games people play now
Every night and every day now
Never meaning what they say now
Never saying what they mean
So they while away the hours
In their ivory towers
Till there covered up with flowers
In the back of a black limousine
Talkin bout you and me
And the games people play
Oh we make one another cry
Break our heart
Then we say goodbye
Cause our heart say
We hope to die
Let the other one to blame
Neither one will ever give in
So were gazing at an 8 by 10
Thinking bout the way
It might have been
Its a dirty, rotten, shame
Talkin bout you and me
And the games people play
People walking up to ya
Sayin glory, hallelujah
And they try to sock it to ya
In the name of the Lord
They gonna teach you
How to meditate
Read your horoscope
And cheat your faith
And furthermore to hell with hate
Come on and get on board
Talkin bout you and me
And the games people play
Look around tell me
What you see
Whats happening to you and me
God grant me the serenity
To remember who I am
Cause your giving up your sanity
For your pride and your vanity
Turn your back on humanity
And you don't give a damn
Talkin bout you and me
And the games people play
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Mr. Cash has got that lic America loves.
Hank's songs came direct from heaven above.
But the music I got strait from the hoase's mouth.
Yeah Waylon's guitar had that sound.
I got my first lesson from him around seventy-three.
He didn't lonesome or honoree to me.
He was about the nicest guy I've ever met on the road.
Yeah Waylon's guitar could carry the load.
"You've gotta take that E string Hank and turn it down"
"You've gotta have that half time beat that walks around"
Now I love Eric and Keith and theres alot of hot hands around.
But Waylon's guitar had that sound.
Yeah.
"You've gotta get a Finder Telle and dress it in black."
"Put leather all around it, so your buckel won't scratch the back"
Now I'm into Eric and Keith and theres alot of hot hands around.
But Waylons Guitar had that sound.
You've gotta get a Finder Tellercaster and dress it in black!
Put leather all around it, so a cowboy wont scratch the back!
Says: You know how them cowboys are.
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There’s crime in the city streets
Always trouble in the middle east
How do we let things get so out of hand
Just watching the evening news
That would give anybody the blues
The more I know, I think, the less I understand
Chours:
Oh, why can’t we all just get a long neck?
And make a toast to peace and harmony
Why why cant we all just get a long neck?
See how good gettin’ along might be
I’d like to buy the world a round
In a honky tonk on neutral ground
Where we can see inside we’re all the same
Pop a top and let the good times pour
‘Til we forget what we’re fighting for
I’ll ask again could someone please explain?
Chorus:
Oh why can’t we all just get a long neck?
And make a toast to peace and harmony
Why why cant we all just get a long neck?
See how good gettin’ along might be
And different as we may be
We’re all one big family
Can’t we just agree we’re gonna disagree?!
Chorus:
Oh why can’t we all just get a long neck?
And make a toast to peace and harmony
Why Why why cant we all just get a long neck?
See how good gettin’ along can be
And see how good getting along could be
Que Pasa!!!!!
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I Come Home Late At Night
With My Boots In My Hand
Stumble In The Back Door
Being Quite As I Can
And I Know She's There In Bed
Cold And All Alone
And She's Cryin'
Because I'm Breaking Up Our Home
Chorus:
And She Knows
The Hell I'm Going Through
In This World
Inside My Head
There's A Devil
In The Bottle
And He Want's
To See Me Dead
I Fall Into Her Arms
And She Helps Me With My Clothes
I Guess She Stays On With Me
Because She Really Knows
That I'm Tryin' Lord
To Find My Freedom
By Escaping To The Only
Freedom I've Ever Known
Repeat Chorus
Yes,There's A Devil
In The Bottle
And He Want's
To See Me Dead
And It's Killing Her
Watching Me Die This Way
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