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I was just a normal guy
Life was just a nine to five
With bills and pressure
Piled up to the sky
She never asked
She knew I’d be
Hangin’ with my wilder friends
Looking for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat
Could get by with no food or sleep
And crazy was becoming my new norm
I’d pass out on the bedroom floor
And sleep right through the calm before the storm
My life was just an old routine
Every day the same damn thing
I couldn’t even tell I was alive
I tell you
The high cost of livin’
Ain’t nothing like the cost of livin’ high
That southern Baptist parking lot
Is where I’d go to smoke my pot
Sit there in my pickup truck and pray
Staring at that giant cross
Just reminded me that I was lost
And it just never seemed to point the way
As soon as Jesus turned his back
I find my way across the track
Lookin’ just to score . . . another deal
With my back against that damn eight ball
I didn’t have to think or talk . . . or feel
My life was just an old routine
Every day the same damn thing
I couldn’t even tell I was alive
I tell you
The high cost of livin’
Ain’t nothing like the cost of livin’ high
My whole life went through my head
Layin’ in that motel bed
Watchin’ as the cops kicked in the door
I had a job and a piece of land
My sweet wife was my best friend
But I traded that for cocaine and a whore
With my new found sobriety
I’ve got the time to sit and think
Of all the things I had . . . and threw away
This prison is much colder than
That one that I was locked up in just yesterday
My life is just an old routine
Every day the same damn thing
Hell I can’t even tell if I’m alive
I tell you
The high cost of livin’
Ain’t nothing like the cost of livin’ high
I tell you
The high cost of livin’
Ain’t nothing like the cost of livin’ high
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The voice on the telephone sounds awful angry
and somehow it doesnt fit in
The face in the picture I keep on my dresser
of the girl I once called my best friend
We drank from the fountain of good times and dreaming
but these lawyers have poisoned the well
and as are love is dyin they're makin a killin
off of heartache and furniture sales
And the line between evil and good disapear
and now its so hard to tell
am I shakin a demon thats after my soul
or sendin an angel to hell
Am I right or is she right or are we both wrong
or is it even about that at all
as heaven is fadin were fightin and fusin
and the devils just havin a ball
And the line between evil and good disapear
and now its so hard to tell
am I shakin a demon thats after my soul
or sendin an angel to hell
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Hangin' with the two-bit ladies
Soakin' up the Florida sun
Ridin' in a new Mercedes
Wondering if i ever did anything to have this much fun
I hope I'm sane by the time i'm done...
Cuz it's a different horizon
It's a paradise I find that sets me loose
Aint it the truth...
It's a place out on the ocean
It's a mansion with a view
But all that I can think about is you
I been riding down a two-lane highway
For pretty much all of my life
Trying to do things my way
Wondering if I'll ever get anywhere but where I came from
I hope i'm sane by the time i'm done...
Hmm...
Cuz it's a different horizon
It's a paradise I find that sets me loose
Aint it the truth...
It's a place out on the ocean
It's a mansion with a view
But all that I can think about is you
(Instumental)
Mmmmmmmmm....
Mmmmmmmmm...mmm...mm...mmm
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Down in Mississippi
It's a perfect time of year
To break out the jumper cables
And try to crank this ol' John Deere
Well, I can't wait to fire it up
And put 'er into gear
I know I should be hurtin'
But I'm smiling ear to ear
'Cause I'm mowin' down the roses
I'm mowin' down the roses
I'm mowin' down the roses
That you planted in our yard
I poured out your purty perfume
Straight down the toilet bowl
And I ripped your face straight off the wall
Left nothing but some holes
I loaded up your closets
Into fifteen garbage bags
And I smoked 'em with your potpourri
On a burn pile in the back
Now I'm mowin' down the roses
I'm mowin' down the roses
I'm mowin' down the roses
That you planted in our yard
Down in Mississippi
It's getting perfectly clear
That anything you used to love
Just ain't gonna grow round here
I'm mowin' down the roses
That you planted in our yard
I'm mowin' down the roses
I'm mowin' down the roses
I'm mowin' down the roses
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I saw your picture in the paper
And I see you've married good
And I know that he can give you
All the things I never could
But I know that he can't give you
What you need most of all
So the door is always open
And the light's on in the hall
Yes, the door is always open
And the light's on in the hall
And you know that I'll be waiting
If you ever come to call
When night falls on that mansion
And you're lying in his bed
When he begs you for attention
Do you think of me instead?
And when he reaches out to touch you
Is your face turned to the wall
Well, the door is always open
And the light's on in the hall
Yes, the door is always open
And the light's on in the hall
And you know that I'll be waiting
If you ever come to call
Yes, the door is always open
And the light's on in the hall
And you know that I'll be waiting
If you ever come to call
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Mary and I were the perfect picture of love
But my world started spinning around 'til it wasn't enough
I tried to hang on to the heaven she made just for me
But when I slipped and fell it drove her to hell
And Lord knows that I hate to see
Mary go round, Mary go round
Mary I wish you'd stop taking your heartache to town
Why can't you see that free love ain't free?
You'll spin 'til you fall to the ground
Mary I wish that you'd never found the Mary go round
Now she's not the first to discover the devils playground
But this ain't no game and these demons ain't playing around
They'll make her believe they can drown all her pain with a drink
And if she sinks below this burn in my soul
To watch 'em all laugh as they sing
Mary go round, Mary go round
Oh Mary, I wish you'd stop taking your heartache to town
Why can't you see honey free love ain't free?
You'll spin 'til you fall to the ground
Mary I wish that you'd never found the Mary go round
You'll spin 'til you fall to the ground
Mary I curse the day that you found the Mary go round
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I said grandpa whats this picture here its all black and white it aint real clear is that you there? He said yeah i was 11 times were tough back in '35 thats me and uncle Joe just tryin to survive a cotton farm in the great depression.
If it looks like we were scared to death like a couple of kids just trying to save each other you should've seen it in color.
Ohh and this one here was taken over seas in the middle of hell in 1943 in the winter time you can almost see my breath that was my tail gunner ole Johnny Magee he was a high school teacher from new Orleans and he had my back right through the day we left.
If it looks like we were scared to death like a couple of kids just trying to save each other you should've seen it in color.
A picture's worth a thousand words but you cant see what those shades of gray keep covered you should've seen it in color
This one is my favorite one. This is me and grandma in the summer sun all dressed up the day we said our vows. You can't tell it here but it was hot that June and that rose was red and her eyes were blue and just look at that smile I was so proud. Thats the story of my life right there in black and white
And if it looks like we were scared to death like a couple of kids just trying to save each other you should've seen it in color.
A pictures worth a thousand words but you cant see what those shades of gray keep covered you should have seen it in color.
You should have seen it in color
Yeah a pictures worth a thousand words but you cant see what those shades of gray keep covered you should have seen it in color
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An old pickup truck
Means you're down on your luck anymore
And boots and straw hat
Are just a thing of the past anymore
And ever since Waylon I cant find no one
To buy into sad country songs
And tell me who's gonna ride us away
When the last cowboy is gone
Is there a place I can find
Any three quarter time anymore
Is there a dirty jukebox
That spins on a dime anymore
They changed all the words
And the cowgirls they all sing along
But tell me who's gonna ride them away
When the last cowboy is gone
If John Wayne, Gene and Roy
Are now just some cowboys
That yesterday stampeded on
And tell me who's gonna ride us away
Who's gonna do it that way
Does everything good have to change
'Til the last cowboy is gone
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That mornin sun made its way
through the windshield of my chevorlet
whiskey eyes and ashtray breath
on a chert rock gravel road
What the hell did I do last night
thats the story of my life
like tryin to remember words
to a song nobody wrote
And its sad and its long
and cant nobody sing along
its a southbound train
its a whistle in the wind
aint no one there to care where ive been
im hummin on that lonesome song again
I took a trip across country from montgomery
discovered id been wrong for so long
I thought it was the fame and the glory and the money
but all ive got to show is a dam song
And its sad and its long
and cant nobody sing along
its a southbound train
its a whistle in the wind
theres no one there to sing to in the end
im hummin on that lonesome song again
And its sad and its long
and cant nobody sing along
its a southbound train
its a whistle in the wind
aint no one there to care where ive been
im hummin on that lonesome song again
The mornin sun made its way
through the windshield of my chevorlet
whiskey eyes and ashtray breath
on a chert rock gravel road
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I hope that I won't be that wrong anymore,
And maybe I've learned this time.
I hope that I find what I'm reaching for,
the way that it is in my mind.
(Chorus 1)
Someday I'll get over you.
I'll live to see it all through.
But I'll always miss,
Dreaming my dreams with you.
(Verse 2)
But I won't let it change me,
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.
(Chorus 2)
Someday I'll get over you.
I'll live to see it all through.
But I'll always miss,
Dreaming my dreams with you.
(Chorus 3)
Someday I'll get over you.
I'll live to see it all through.
But I'll always miss,
Dreaming my dreams with you.
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Women
Can’t live with ‘em
And somehow you can’t ever live without
Women
Can’t understand ‘em
But tryin’ to is what makes the world go ‘round
I’ve made a sad one laugh
And I’ve made a good one cry
I’ve made on scream my name to the good lord by and by
I’ve made ‘em go insane and I’ve made ‘em go away
Just can’t ever seem to make one stay
Women they’re all crazy
Some hide it well and some just let it show
Women
Take it from me
I’ve been around enough of them to know
I’ve made a sad one laugh
And I’ve made a good one cry
I’ve made on scream my name to the good lord by and by
I’ve made ‘em g insane and I’ve made ‘em go away
Just can’t ever seem to make one stay
Women
Ain’t no winnin’
When all they want to do is fuss and fight
Women
Keep our heads spinnin’
But with any luck I’ll take one home tonight
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I said, "Mama don't you worry
I'm getting by just fine out on the road
Yeah, tonight we played in Knoxville
And tomorrow night it's back to Music Row
No, I don't know when I'm comin' home
Montgomery seems so very far away"
She said, "Boy, it wouldn't kill you now
To look out past the bright lights on that stage
'Cause God put stars in Alabama
You just can't find in Tennessee
The same ones are waiting on you
That taught you how to dream
I know there's big names up in Nashville
And you'll be one before too long
But God put stars in Alabama
To help you find your way back home
I hung up the phone and I could feel
The emptiness at 80 miles an hour
And I listened close and I could hear
My heart beating louder than the tires
This old bus was headed west
But my mind was drifting
Somewhere towards the south
And I closed my eyes and I could see
The bright lights shining clearly through the clouds
'Cause God put stars in Alabama
You just can't find in Tennessee
The same ones are waiting on you
That taught you how to dream
She said, "There's big names up in Nashville
And you'll be one before too long
But God put stars in Alabama
To help you find your way back home
Yeah, there's stars in Alabama
That just can't wait 'til you get home
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I left Montgomery on North 65
I was restless and ready to give Nashville a try
I rolled into town with a sound of my own
Somewhere between Jennings and Jones
Well, the day job I landed felt just like a jail
I couldn't seem to break out with that hammer and nails
And I spent all my nights in some old honky-tonk
Somewhere between Jennings and Jones
Hanging out in the bars with the drunks and the stars I found a few good ole boys just like me
Started burning our candles both ends and the middle a bunch of roaring outlaws at high speed
And they said that the end of that road I was on
somewhere between Jennings and Jones
Well, some record executives found me on night
I was singing half-lit, they said it sounded just right (right)
They put my name on an album but they shelved all my songs
Said I was somewhere between Jennings and Jones
Hanging out in the bars with the drunks and the stars
And a few good ole boys just like me
Started burning our candles both ends and the middle a bunch of roaring outlaws at high speed
And they said that the end of that road I was on
somewhere between Jennings and Jones
Now to find me in a record store won't take you long
I'm right there between Jennings and Jones
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